Avrak, it would seem, in that mere span of fifteen minutes they had been in that room, had developed a penchant for igniting little slimy paper balls - a concoction of bird saliva and viciously shredded pieces of paper, all thanks to the generosity of the library. Except that they were blissfully ignorant of the... [i]minute[/i] destruction the bird had caused to some of their [i]hopefully[/i] unimportant texts. 

Phoenix had been watching her Spirit with mild interest and amusement, her eyes regularly flickering across the room in an effort to appear intrigued by the several oddities that had gathered there. Not that she wasn’t intrigued, but she had already been in that state and over it approximately five minutes ago. No reason to spoil the atmosphere, she mused, noticing Ray’s enthralled expression as he stared a little too long at Oswalt, before blurting out an apology. In fact, Phoenix herself had been freely staring at the amphibian with morbid fascination just moments ago, but saw no reason to apologize. So she hadn’t. 

The masked figure, Doctor Caldwell, held the record for holding Phoenix’s attention. For a full six minutes, she had unashamedly dissected him with her gaze. Funny, because that’s exactly what Doctor Caldwell did: dissect people, and quite literally so, she thought, spending the next minute mulling over that slice of mild humor, while her fingers twitched at the thought of waltzing right over to snatch the doctor's mask off. She grinned slightly. 

Across from her, Red was twitching as though a thousand conversations littered her mind. Upon her little outbursts, Phoenix cocked her head, raising a brow. She pondered over the red-haired girl’s seemingly instable and volatile emotional state. A snarky comment almost crossed her lips, but she managed – barely – to halt the words. 

Then, she decided that she had waited and seen enough.  

"Two questions, if I may.” Phoenix directed her inquiries to none other than Avrion. 

“Firstly, I’d like to know about the full terms of contract of this job.” A mischievous smile lit her face. “A lifetime supply of breakfast, perhaps? Of course, rewards are not mandatory, but I do work better with extrinsic motivational factors. If you get what I mean.” She winked. 

“Secondly, is The Inquisition going to be involved in this? Because I do find them greatly distasteful.” Phoenix’s expression darkened with those words.