Soon, huh? Soon it was, then. Asuka drummed her fingers on her knees, tempted to whistle as she waited but refrained from doing so for obvious reasons. Sure enough, 'soon' passed by and Trisean approached her, removing his hood. He didn't seem too happy, though she grinned back at him anyway. What's done is done, right? Of course there was that slight pang of guilt, but no harm no foul...at least, she wanted to think so, except that just because he was here didn't mean that she was out of hot water just yet. The girl would pick herself off the ground, lightly dusting her skirt as she listened to him. She was much too used to lectures; it came with being one of the 'young ones', even if Shizuka and Ace were her age too (something about them being more mature or something). She blamed her short stature.

Asuka watched Trisean, not really bothering with suggestions. They'd probably either get turned down or ignored, that and if she had an idea she definitely would have just gotten out herself. Or something. Did that sound bad? As she mentally reprimanded herself she was brought back to attention as Trisean would start walking away. She blinked a few times, immediately turning to follow, only to see him having walked maybe a few steps or so. Her expression fell as her eyes landed on the ground, and she briefly contemplated which was worse: the sewers or getting caught by the Empire. [i]Ah, ah, ah, this is just part one of the punishment![/i] She scolded herself, though she did pout slightly.

"[b]Man...[/b]" She groaned as Trisean would go up to the roof. If she was his age, she was sure she could do that too. She wasn't [i]that[/i] hopeless! Albeit all rights to being counted on were probably taken away at the moment, so she just watched as he came back down. As he would go down into the sewers, she shook her head and made sure her hood was secure. No way was her hair getting dirty if she could help it. As she began to climb down she made sure to secure the cover, though she did pinch the tip of her fingers. She winced, slipping off the ladder, though she did manage to land on her feet, comically waving her hands around. "[b]I'm right behind you.[/b]" She sniffed, holding her hands as she would follow.

Once the pair began to walk, the feeling of pain on her fingertips would swell down slightly. She ceased her whimpering, though occasionally she would massage them, lower lip out like she was about to cry. More often then not she didn't want to come off as a child, but boy did it smart. "[b]So was blowing up the place in the plan? Because I was at the briefing, and...I don't think that was part of the plan.[/b]" She decided now was as good a time as ever to ask, if only to make the silence go away. A part of her wanted to think that things went well, but typically speaking when things are on fire it is usually not because of things going according to plan. "[b]I mean, what happened in there anyway?[/b]"