Slumped in her seat to avoid as best she could breathing in the blues gases flooding to the ceiling, Ariett fiddled with one of the many bottles made available in the limousine. This one in particular was quite round, with a simple cork and adorned with what appeared to be a collection of runic bandages. She glanced over at those who had spoken up, and then turned to look at the apparent knight—where her gaze lingered longer than on the others—before turning back to idly fiddle with bottle.

"You two look [i]awfully[/i] young to be driving around without knowing where you're going." Without lifting her gaze, she addressed the knight, her tone low and indicating that she only [i]half[/i] expected a response. "They yours?"