Not at all amused at Rote, Noel, and Libero's little discussion, Jehenne stayed focus on the task at hand. A disgusted, indignified sneer crept onto her face as Malamocco described the nefarious plans of these false God lunatics. As if someone had just asked her to clean up their spilled drink. Just her luck. Jehenne was having a hard time settling in anywhere. All of her plans were to be tossed out the window as soon as she began drawing them up. These cultists would have to die, too, it seems.
Jehenne's face reset to one of contemplation. After a few moments of silence, the ex-aristocrat spoke. "Is there any way to safely sterilize Rote or myself? I've never looked into it, personally. Nonetheless, I have no interest in bring a child into this world. Especially not some warmongering, disgusting creature that plans to kill me." This was preferrable to the alternative. Being assassinated by these people trying to save society, or being enslaved, raped, and murdered. The latter sounded far worse than the former, but the end result was the same, and Jehenne would very much like to live. For now, anyway. Perhaps she would be satisfied after...whatever she planned on doing. She still had to figure that out.
"Whatever the solution may be," Jehenne continued before the Inquisitor could answer her previous question, "Since you've been so gracious as to not have me killed, and since these people are also trying to kill, it would appear as if I have no choice but to help you. This Katherine woman will die, and I will do whatever I can to help orcestrate her timely demise. You've my word." She eyed the blackmail.
"Perhaps we could use that information as blackmail. Lure her into a trap of some kind." Jehenne offered. Katherine would suspect political espionage, rather than actions being taken against her by her most determined enemies. Whatever this little group was called.