This Bishop guy sure was a charmer. Shifter nodded at the man, keeping an eye on the his's eyes. She was certain that she'd seen them flash [i]white.[/i] Was Bishop their magic user, then? She glanced towards Killshade, both neatly plucked brows lifting for a moment. Hell, she didn't know anything about magical things or how magic worked, so figuring out who it was seemed... difficult. The shapeshifter let her partner talk, casually checking her environments and folding her arms, copying her partners position.

Pickpocketing was an art she had mastered, and putting something into another's pocket wasn't all that different from taking things. They didn't search them, which either meant that they were extremely stupid, they were planning on something. It also made getting close to them difficult.

There were sharp eyes all around her. Killshade could stay where he was, but she would find it much easier to do things if she got closer to her mark. Letting her hands relax back to her side, she moved towards one of the chairs and sat down, both feet set steadily on the floor, as if she was ready to pop up and away whenever necessary. Then she leaned forward, both hands resting on the table.

”Shifter,” she spoke the codename with a breathy, sweet voice. ”I believe why we ended up here doesn't matter. Instead, let's find a way out of it. What exactly can we do to solve this... situation?” With a casual change of position, Shifter gestured around them. Unseen, one of her explosives slipped from between her knees and under one of her feet.