Once the discussion had finally fell silent, Kaori lowered her eyes, contemplating. Voices had come at her from each side. Minus a few threats that she didn't respond well to, she couldn't deny the logic of the arguments that came from Gray, the nameless brunette, and the one whom she had come to identify as the lycan. Well, all but that last bit he had so cattily thrown in.

Immediately, she wanted to disregard the lycan, with his fowl breath and wild animal smell. But, she had to admit that such thoughts pertaining to the fate of the supernaturals had occurred to her in the past. Were they doomed under Nemsemet's leadership? Of course. She had known this from the beginning. He would lead the city of supernaturals to their destruction. She had laid low in the wake of his terror, unwilling to accept their fate, but knowing it was inevitable. No one would be foolish enough to oppose him, would they?

And here was a group of random beings thrown together, stepping on each others toes, trying to find a way.

She took a breath, preparing to speak, not completely sure of what was going to come out when she heard a distant voice in the silence.[i] "...they know what they have. Charles Gordon knows what he has."[/i]

[i]Charles Gordon.[/i] She seemed to turn inside herself as she weighed the implications of that name. It had been a long time since she'd heard it. 

"You kicked the hornets nest," she finally mumbled in that youthful, soprano voice. "Fine. [i]If[/i] I decide to help you, we have to agree on a few things." She stood to her feet here, surprisingly graceful for someone with her hands tied behind her back. The wound in her chest, though sore, had finally stopped bleeding. Her arms tensed, and in the next moments there was a stretch, and then the snap of rope behind her back. She brought her arms to the front of her body, casually rubbing at the spot where her pale flesh had been reddened by her bounds. 

"First of all, if you want my help, stop threatening me. It's putting me in a really foul mood, and I already don't like most of you." Her eyes shifted to the direction of the lycan and rolled away in irritation, "Second, you don't ask for my name. I can't be sure that anyone knows I'm here right now, and I don't want to be on their hit-list if and when this thing goes south. And finally..." She gave a quick glance over her attire with a wearied sigh, bloodied and torn from battle with these beasts, "You let me shower." 

She paused, placing her hands on her hips and looking over the pairs of eyes that were staring back at her, "Agreed?"