Shifter patted at Killshade's arm, seemingly a calming gesture, even if she was just glad that Killshade was here. Pariah's message worried her even if she didn't show it, and having the other nearby helped. At least now she had someone she could quickly hide behind whenever necessary.

”Since you're so insistent,” the shapeshifter started, turning to the thug that had brought Bishop his meal. ”Tea, perhaps? Black, please,” she glanced at Killshade before turning towards the man on the other side of the table again. ”I'm not one for drinking on the job, I'm afraid,” she said smoothly, a slight smile on her lips. Lies! Blatant lies, but the man didn't need to know that. ”As for why I'm here, it really ties to where I've been. One sees a lot of people in need while traveling. Eventually it got tiring, so I thought I'd do something about it.”

With a sigh, Shifter leaned back on her chair. ”You must understand, we have kept quite a few people waiting for some time now. I'm certain they have much to do until the day is done. It just seems so rude to stretch things along,” she blinked, expression mildly curious.
”My friend here may not be good with words, but he brings up a good point. Why the hostages? I'm certain you could have gotten our attention in other ways. Do they serve a purpose beyond getting the League here?”