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[color=lightblue]"To say nothing of the slowness inherent in questioning. Shall we double back to the Guild, having wasted our time walking here in the first place?"[/color] Vela hummed, tilting her head. She was against it; by her biting tone, and flimsy posture. Without her own suggestion, and following Finn when he decided to continue after the other two, Vela clearly only wished to go through with the suggested plan, though -to herself- she had her qualms.

By Qantz-Farron's single step, the cloistered and dank nature of the alley, Vela could surmise what was happening. Even more certainly when Sera slunk like a snake through a crack in the door. She needn't ask what Sera was planning. Taking the cue, Vela stepped a stride deeper into the alley and kept watch over the other length beside Qantz. She purposefully avoided a puddle, even in the darkness, careful to avoid sinking even the tip of her heels into its grime-slick shallowness.

At Finn's apology, her lips stretched into a crooked smile.

[color=lightblue]"No offense taken. As for how Mister Qantz-Farron [i]knows[/i], perhaps it is... a special sense,"[/color] she said, turning her shadowed smile to Finn. She hoped dearly that the quip was not lost on the Adept. [color=lightblue]"Am I correct?"[/color] she asked Qantz.