Rhodri stared at Voltus, his chest already crisscrossed with scars, the cuts Silence was making wouldn't exactly make a difference. Rhodri admired her knifework, it seemed almost... beautiful, Rhodri wondered if she'd make a good assasin. He watched her doing the operation, using each instrument as if it was second nature to her, Rhodri marveled at this. He reached up and scratched his head. Rhodri hadn't noticed, but a couple of his bright red hairs had fallen through the vent, one of them had landed directly in one of the dishes, the steel providing the perfect contrast to spotting it.