"[b][i]Well, you did get my name right.[/i][/b]"

With her crude response, she approached the two who seemed to be having some sentimental moment. Grabbing the girl by the arm opposite to the hand Zeal was holding, the grip felt firm and strong, but not painfully so do the position she was grabbing and the speed in which green-haired girl was suddenly flung over her shoulder.

"[b][i]She's lighter than you...[/i][/b]" Marzia shot this comment to Zeal with careless eyes, seeming to again attempt to pester him.

Afterwards she'd pat the woman's posterior, a woman would likely be put into shock from suddenly being handled how she was. But there wasn't time to waste, their objective was complete and now they would have to escape. All that was left is to see why those guards weren't here to make it easy on us. Even the thickheaded Marzia could tell that something was up, it was quiet, too quiet.

"[b][i]Let's go Nonno, no time to wheeze like an elder on the way up.[/i][/b]"