"Mm. I think I know, hold on." [i]Irina would nod towards Traci, before then approaching Bedlam and Panta.[/i] "Just getting the girl her girl, just.. keep her calm if you can." [i]Roughly about ten minutes later, and a slightly wide-eyed Irina would come back, hands in her pockets, as she would nod towards Traci, Bedlam, and Panta.[/i] "She's, uh.." "TRACI!" [i]Freya's yell was heard in the distance. Irina would sigh a little.[/i] "Coming." [i]Freya would arrive upon the scene as if she was ready for battle, if anything at all. Her thin, athletic being was tightly compacted within a set of dark leather and gilded steel, the steel primarily situated to provide some lightness for her being. A round buckler covered her left hand, though the hand was still free as the shield was literally kept onto her forearm, while she held her trident in her right. The woman was helmeted, before she raised up the visor, revealing that youthful, panicking face.[/i] [i]Freya:[/i] "Traci! Thank the gods- where is she? Where is that purple-headed whоre?" [i]Irina, meanwhile, would pat Panta on the back and sigh a little.[/i] "If you ever decide to have kids, teach them manners. By the way.. we should chat about actual relationships and love sometime. No jokes on my part. That okay?"