*Lecter nods and sparks up a cigarette*
Lecter: Let's go.

*Finnick frowns, as if deep in thought, and looks up to examine the sky*
Finnick: Its storming? Well Hell, I should have brought a coat.
*He just waves a hand at Tiaz, brushing off his threat*
Finnick: What was taken? Some kind of jewel? Your wife?

*A second tree shifts forms, this one taking shape as a blonde haired and green eyed elf, wearing yellow robes. She walks towards Finnick, who frowns at her*
Finnick: I told you to-
Elf: I wasn't going to keep that disguise going while you kept running into people. You should've let the cat kill that Templar, and we could have left.