[color=89fdc5]“Faust was indeed a German tale.”[/color] Dianna agreed, smiling. [color=89fdc5]“A scholar exchanged his soul, giving it to the devil for knowledge beyond that of which a man should carry. He became practically omnipotent.”[/color] She added, mostly as an afterthought for those who didn't know the legend. Her eyes swept the team, and she pursed her lips. She picked up Ms. Muffin, letting the kitten nuzzle against her cheek. 

[color=89fdc5]“I don't think the Presence wants us to waste time dilly-dallying, the longer we enjoy ourselves the easier it will be to pick us out from a crowd. We should head straight to the bank, and get our jobs done. Agreed?”[/color] She focused on the more [i]animalistic[/i] members of the group, not with a distaste, but a bubbling kinship. [color=89fdc5]“As much as I love the slaughter, I believe we should keep it to the minimal amount until we arrive at our destination. Is that suitable?”[/color]