Ntombi helped herself to cookies, not waiting for permission from either scarf boy or mask girl. She reclined in the chair in the conference room and smirked lazily at Death, half a cookie jutting out of her mouth. She only listened with a halfhearted vigour, still clearly regretting ever being put in this group. Her amber eyes slid along the pictures quickly, but slowed a little on the words. When Death invited the others to watch if they like, Ntombi spat out her cookie and said, loudly and bluntly, "Nobody's going to the perimeters. If you want to watch, do it from here."

When Death asked for questions, Ntombi's only reply was a scathing remark of "yeah, when are you gonna take that mask off, Diddles?" Before angrily tossing half a cookie towards him and stomping out, her dreads twisting like serpents with the wild movements. She cornered Amaya and snarled "Plan?"