Beth shot the others a look when their unwanted guests strode inside, her features tight with irritation. It was high time they got going with whatever move they planned to make, and these delays only meant less time to prepare. The longer it took, the more chance Nemsemet had to find them. 

Now, she wasn't afraid exactly. Why should she be, if she couldn't die? The dread mummy himself posed no threat to her life, or afterlife as the case may be, but the chaos he was already beginning to rain on New Camden did not harmonise with her plans for the future. She did not like being caged, either. Or spoken down to, or very much of any of this. She took some comfort in knowing the rest of their troupe felt the same way towards Autumn and the hunter. It helped to know she could seize the mortal's body if she wanted, too. 

She peered outside once more, then shut the door with a tangible hand. For as long as the strangers grew comfy in the bunker, she would remain an ethereal form by the door.

The way this woman spoke suggested she wanted something from the group, or perhaps from Nemsemet's demise. Everyone had an ulterior motive in the underworld. Certainly the death of the dread mummy and the rebuilding of the court proposed a new start and plenty of opportunities to anyone with half a brain. With most of the undead running into Nemsemet's arms as soon as he took control, Beth knew that well enough. She decided Autumn had much more to do in New Camden than what the other courts sent her there for.

Once Rikive asked the obvious, Beth crossed her arms again and added, "And what business did they send you here for?"