Augusta gave a slight cringe when Isidore mentioned it was a "nice prison".  "If you like this sort of thing, I suppose."  Looking at the same wall carving he did.  As they moved along the corridors of what definitely seemed like a prison complex the more they explored, Augusta listened to Nick's self introduction.  "Yes, you may call me Augusta.  A pleasure."  She half-heartedly mentioned as she kept her attention on her surroundings.

She wasn't too sure what she should think of her surroundings.  It seemed like some sort of hellish game that they were thrown into.  These cells were all opened as they passed by and that was putting it lightly.  One looked like it was ripped open.  And that was probably at a time when they weren't all rusted.  Was it an empty prison?  Devoid of life because of whatever it was that was making that shaking?  Well, reality struck sooner than later it would likely seem.  A growl of some sort combined with the sound of metal scraping on stone.  

The elfen eared beauty got a good look at the creature.  It's wretched appearance was more than enough to disgust her to her very core.  Still... It would seem the gift she received from the goddess worked on creatures like this too.  "I see... This thing is called a wretched experiment.  I suppose I shouldn't be surprised, but it's weaker than us."  She mentioned, taking a second to swallow her spit.  "Burns easily, Sensitive to Light, Sensitive to Loud Noises....  Cursed by the Moon?"  She questioned to her companions, looking slightly perplexed.  "This being earned the Moon's Ire. Cursed with madness.  Wretched being, failure.... Weak individually, dangerous in a group.  It has a tendency to lunge quickly towards opponents with 'surprising agility' to try and incapacitate them."

If there was anything obvious about her expressions and glances.  She seemed to think Isidore was a bit more trustworthy in this situation than Nick was.  Perhaps it was the rather calm way he talked rather than the constant jokes.  "Hmm.  That sword is probably in bad shape, but it would probably be useful to have.  My eye doesn't say anything about it's skill with the sword so your guess is good as mine, Nick."  Augusta told him, "But... I think one of us should be able to overpower it rather easily as long as we're careful.  Perhaps a sneak attack so we don't call a horde.  I don't hear anything else but considering it says they're dangerous in numbers..."

She would leave the decision to Isidore.  His 'boon' as he put it, was probably the best for this sort of thing anyhow.  As for Nick's last question.  "That's something I've been asking myself since I woke up.  This body is more... Glamourous than mine was before all this."  And she meant that in just about all the right places.  "I suppose I have the ears for it now.  Though..."  She shook her head.  She'd bring the homunculus thing up when they were safe.  "Anyway, Isidore, do you want to take a crack at this thing?"  She asked, pointing to some nearby broken cell bars.  Hopefully there was a piece that was just long enough to be used as an improvised weapon.