In a gesture very reminiscent of the animal whose face she wore, Sanguin tilted her head to the side. What a strange fellow! She let Ben answer his questions, though she shook off his arm when he attempted to lean on her, mistaking his friendly action as mocking her height. After listening to his responses, she concluded that this man definitely wasn't the threat, though he had provided her with a clue. With a muttered “I'm the type to put people in those boxes, not to put them in the holes,” she walked past him in the direction that he had indicated the noise to be. Evidently she had no intention of helping with his chore or not, or any care that Vendrick had heard her. At that moment, the night slipped across the cemetery, causing her to instinctively pause. Ben's voice sounded out from behind her.

She replied before Vendrick could. “Good plan, Ben! You make friends, and I'll take the direct approach. The investigation continues!” With no further hesitation, she boldly strode down the alleyway that the armored gravedigger had indicated, sparing only a moment's glance at the hole inflicted upon the nearby wall. Her hand rose and rested upon the hilt of her scimitar, ready to pull at a moment's notice.