What volume that... man? It could just as easily be an undead abomination, but it sounded male... and what volume he-slash-it had to his-slash-its voice. Loud enough, at least, to apparently shock the pale tall dwarf into leaping behind a bookshelf, and to have the short tall dwarf start... talking to herself in her head? No, to another being, who it seemed was some sort of spirit. And speaking of head talk, what in blazes had happened with her internal privacy? She hadn't realised before, but she could hear everyone else's thoughts, and inevitably they would be able to hear hers! Drat and blast! What would happen if she accidentally revealed how attractive she found Masrith's body to everyone?! Why, it was entirely possible that she'd already...

'Oh, wait, oops,' she muttered quietly. Pretending she'd thought nothing of that sort, and in fact blaring the equivalent of loud "BLAH"s through her headspace to try and shut down any further intrusion into her mind however futile the effort was, she began sneaking forward a few steps, grabbing two pistols with a hand each in case the protection was needed, and using another two to take and open up a book, skimming through a few of the pages just to get the jist of whatever it was about before placing it back in its proper location. Now was, alas, rather a bad time to start reading these tomes, but she could refocus herself quickly enough if events suddenly began speeding up.