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Among the thralls, was a rather standoffish revenant dressed in what seemed to be some sort of long, fur lined cloak. For the most part, they had kept to themselves. Even when not out in the field she had never once taken off her mask and had generally avoided talking with others. She hadn't made it easy, either - had someone even tried to, she'd have either told them to get lost or simply glared at them until they got the message.

She hefted her rusty, miasma corroded great sword over her shoulders as she silently waited for her captors to finish. Fools, every last one of them. She wanted to sink her own fangs into them but sometimes, one needed patience. As long as this makeshift bomb was strapped to her, it'd be stupid to try it. She cast a rather cool glare over to a particularly dark skinned one wearing something she'd expect a woman with no standards to even consider it. That one in particular could use a lesson in waiting for an opportunity. When it was finally time for them to be sent, Bridget said nothing. A small grunt and a cold glare to the one holding the gun was all the satisfaction they'd get out of her. So she set off with her group into the subway system.

Stepping past the gate, she was met with a near oppressive darkness. Keh, morons. If they wanted to find Blood Beads at least take care of your playthings.

How to navigate without light...Bridget cast a glance over to Diamond. Oh. She was going to be one of those talkative types, eh? Maybe she could get some entertainment, then. [color=ec008c]"...Keh, if by working together you mean me using you as a meat shield, then yeah. I'd say sure, lets work together."[/color] Diamond couldn't tell, but the other Revenant was grinning under her mask as her slightly muffled, rough voice filled the room. [color=ec008c]"Though maybe since that fat one over there has a death wish, she'd be better at it, Keh-heh!"[/color] Roughly walking past her with a rough laugh, Bridget set her sights on the problem at hand. [color=ec008c]"...don't do anything stupid and we'll get along juuuust fine, for however long you live."[/color]

There was the vague memory of a door just before the gate was closed, but other than that, nothing. She didn't have any sort of gift or object on her that could generate light, either. Walking forward into the subway, Bridget moved deeper in, using what little light there was to navigate and see if she could find anything that could be used as a source of light.