[b][color=#c4422b]"Eht, Aett, I don't see much difference,"[/color][/b] Maeve said, and through her thick Irish accent, there really wasn't one. 

She followed the strong woman nonetheless, though, offering a lax, two-fingered solute to the two Blessed before turning her back on them all to follow. Silvarae's comment about enjoying having Maeve's hands on her was brushed off with q quick wink. [b][color=#c4422b]"If you say so, Blondie. But I guess we're Aett mates, whatever that is. So plenty of time, if Isa doesn't decide to freeze us to the ground. Or kill us. You know,"[/color][/b] she said with the shadow of a chuckle, before pushing the door at the end of the hall open. 

Which, to be fair, she did not know if everyone was behind. But the group had walked that way, and so it could be assumed that the only door left was the correct one. 

[b][color=#c4422b]"Oi, Isa!"[/color][/b] she hollered in, noting the dark-haired woman tapping away at her computer. [b][color=#c4422b]"Sorry about the hangup. But not that sorry. I handled it. So don't worry about that, I guess."[/color][/b]