At the mention of a mutual employer, her brows twitched against her will - subconsciously. Tristan hit at something. And she would confirm. "Oh, so you're here for Lady Fairfax?" she asked rhetorically. She leaned a hand against her hip and quickly lowered her guard and became more comfortable. Her lids lowered as if she was already tired of the conversation. Still, her mind was closed to others.
	She exhaled in relief and continued. "Well, there's nothing to report." She shifted her weight onto her other foot and crossed her arms petulantly, as if she was annoyed that he would bother her with something so trivial. "We were trying to find Jonton before the Rangers did so Lady Fairfax could 'take care of it,'" she said while her fingers made quotation marks in the air. She shook her head and rolled her eyes at the idea. "Obviously I and my colleague failed, which Ms. Shade won't like," she said to herself.
	She comfortably believed no one else was in her mind so her lips loosened. "So even though you probably don't even have to go report back to her, you can tell her we failed," she said with a shrug and gestured toward the Wharf that was utterly destroyed. 
	The entire city immediately knew that the Wharf had been attacked. Lady Fairfax, with her eyes everywhere, would know that the Rangers had raided it and that Jonton was now in their custody. She sighed heavily and pulled in a corner of her lip to show mild dissatisfaction about the situation.
	"But really, 'Zero'?" she said and leaned her head toward him and stuck her rear out a bit to exaggerate the gesture. "You're an Elite Four member with very distinctive hair," she explained and gestured at the top of his head. "Surely you could do better to disguise yourself. Wigs exist, you know..." she added with a short giggle and a scoff. The smile on her face was decidedly playful.