Set takes a deep breath. This she knew how to do, and she felt more confident falling into her role in the plan. No time to blush with shame or seethe with anger at herself when she had a job to do. And if Caphtor was more present, all the better. "That would be me" Set says, stepping forward. She puts a hand out and takes Caphtor's in her own. Let Jerioth see her share of heresy today. Treating a Djinn as a being worthy of empathy instead of as a tool to be treated as a lesser by all other beings. She raises Caphtor's hand to her own heart.

"If it's all right with you, I need to perform the duties of an inquisitor of Ereshkigal today, Caphtor." She lets a bit of herself bleed over to the Djinn: a confident blue when it comes to the skills necessary (for she can surely read people and seek information as well as any Ereshkigali) and then a little bit of contrasting brash orange, the sort of emotion that says [i]I'm ready for anything[/i] without even bothering with the question of what substance backs that up. 

Caphtor may never have been asked this before, but then again, in all of Capthor's history with the Annunaki, it's doubtful that [i]anyone[/i] ever presented themselves to her as an inquisitor of Ereshkigal when it wasn't true. Just think of the scandal! Their whole house would be brought in for reeducation for keeping such a fool among them. Great dynasties of Annunaki have been brought down for lesser crimes than that! 

So Set has every confidence that she can simply ask, sincerely, for what she needs from Caphtor.