The pack had little else to talk about while they were left alone but the possible repercussions of Neesa's involvement. None of them knew exactly what Neesa was doing while absent from them. The half hour wait for her was still longer than they would have liked.

When Hal-Neesa returned, Lunise caught the sack she was forcibly given in her hands by reflex. Her surprise was quickly replaced with quiet indignation. The middle of her brow crunching down over her nose told of a distinct dislike for Neesa that she knew she could not act upon. Lunise's thoughts as to the contents of the bottles within the sack did not improve matters. After a disgusted exhale, Lunise handed the sack to Janius with one closed fist around the neck of it. Janius took the sack reluctantly, not knowing what else to do.

"Are we done here?" Lunise asked.