Kehah didn't show any shock as the man went down, bolt in his chest; he should have seen the masked man pull the crossbow initially, backing into cover like she did. From her place next to the servant girl, she leaned forward to look passed the dummy and at the masked man as he spoke. She nodded to him to show she'd heard, her eyes cold as she glanced down at the bloody ranger. They always seemed to go from the glinting silver of steel to a pale, slate gray when blood got involved. Her final gaze landed on Geoffrey as the auburn haired man had yet to make a statement to the masked man.

"All due respect, Lieutenant," she spoke up. "I don't make it a habit to carry trash around with me." Purple hair swayed softly to the side as she tilted her head, turning slightly to address the other man in the room. Well, the other breathing man, that is.

"I didn't question this beforehand, but where will all the dead go during all this mishegas?" 

She'd said 'dead' the same way you say 'trash'; with a hint of disdain but mostly indifference. There was typically respect behind the word when she said it, given that she had to worry about it being one of her band mates, but she had a feeling that that certain tone would be used very little in the coming times.