The man's stare wasn't missed by the she-warrior, his gaze tracing her features, even as her broad hands toyed with the strands of her pouch. It was unladylike, but Dain had little interest in being pert and pretty. They had a job to do. The rogue however, had other things on his mind. Her eyebrows furrowed in disbelief; even at a time like this, the man had a moment to moisten his lip. Then she saw him fumble. She paled, her arms reaching out to do something – anything. 'You can't be se-!' Click. Dain froze. Her eyes widened, her vision dropping to the lock. Did that just happen? 'There's a word for someone like you.' An awkward stillness filled the room. Her expression plummeted. No, no, this could be salvaged, she lied to herself, this would be fine. A tiny sound like tha- The alarm sounded. Her mouth pouted and she looked at the rogue, an eyebrow arching and her shoulders slumping. There was nothing for it – the she-warrior looked around, looking for something to shatter the glass. 'We need to break it. Nothing for it now!'