Dzan and Sigvor cannot read through Shaula’s calm expression right now since she’s wearing a mask covering her nose and jaw. Nevertheless, they know that it is clearly her, based mostly on her familiar style of covering her short hair. However, they don't know why she's wearing a disguise at the moment. Her dress and hair covering as well are different from what she was wearing earlier today.

Sigvor in particular watches Shaula without blinking, a slight fear flowing into his heart. He has some idea of what Shaula must be thinking right now, though he isn't in the right frame of mind to tell whether the human is friend or foe currently. Her mask doesn't fill her with confidence either.

If she talked to Ajax about all this, she must know why we’re here, right? But… if he was able to talk to her, we wouldn’t need to interfere in the first place, he would have just called her, right!? Does she know we’re not the bad guys here…

The seconds pass as Sigvor’s heart beats faster and faster, Shaula walking through the stairwell door into the hallway and closing the door behind her. She notices Mrs Litun's panicked expression as well. The demihuman woman is backing away slowly with her sleeping child held tightly. Based on this experience it wouldn't surprise anyone if she decides never to let her child out of her arms again.

Thoughts race through Sigvor’s mind as the stress of all her killing starts to bite back at her. This is one of the reasons she abandoned the practice of taking life a few years back. The paranoia of it all… She has the skills of assassination ingrained into her body at this point, yet her mind still behaves this way.

In her previous line of work, she's been betrayed before and she had come to expect it to some extent, even after leaving her old syndicate.

If Shaula decides to fight and restrain her and Dzan, Sigvor has no confidence that she can do anything to stop her. She looks over at Dzan who, by the looks of it, doesn't seem to be thinking about this situation in the same way. He has a smile on his face as if glad to see someone familiar.

How can you be so trusting of her!? Sigvor screams internally, not sharing Dzan's absolute faith in Shaula.

“Hey! We’re really glad to see you here, haha…” He says, laughing abashedly.

“Hey…” Shaula replies, not surprised she was recognized by Dzan even with her mask on while wearing different clothes. “You too look like you’ve been through an absolute nightmare, huh… Are you alright?”

All of Sigvor’s worries vanish as she sees relief and worry wash across the human woman’s eyes.

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…I hope I never have to kill again. I really don’t like this state of mind I get in.

“Yeah, we’re ok right now. Honestly, I was so worried it would be a guard walking through that door just now, fuck, you scared me…” Dzan chuckles.

The young mother holding her child looks apprehensive, still nervous at the appearance of this unknown human. Dzan tries to reassure her.

"Wait, Mrs. Litun. You don't need to worry about her. She's our friend. Hey, this… Well, this woman and her child were held by these sick fucks. She and the boy went through something awful." Dzan's expression becomes grim as he explains to Shaula what she and the boy had gone through.

He explains to Shaula his theory about what they were trying to attempt and how he and Sigvor had put a stop to them. He also shows Shaula the vials that he has in his possession, the ones that the cultists were trying to feed to the young child. Mrs Litun tries to hold back her tears at the recollection.

He makes sure not to offhandedly mention her real name either, fully aware that she wants to keep her identity secret.

“Oh my God, I-I can’t believe that they would…” Shaula grits her teeth in anger. For a brief moment, Dzan, Sigvor and Mrs Litun feel a wave of warm air across their bodies.

“I… I know why these people came here in the first place.” Shaula says, her voice sharp and low so as not to wake Mrs Litun’s son. “That fucking piece of shit called the Twin Moons over. He really did all this, he nearly got a fucking woman and her son killed, nearly got this whole fucking building burned down! I should have…”

I should have tortured him even longer, Shaula thought to herself but decided not to voice her regret in front of this demihuman mother and her child. Looking over at Dzan and Sigvor, she realizes that she might have said a bit too much.

“The… The Twin Moons? How did you learn their names? Even we didn't learn their names…” Dzan comments, confused. “Who were you talking about? Who called these cult pricks here?”

“I… I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said all that. You three are better off not knowing who they are.” Shaula says, slightly dejected. She worries that if she mentions who it was exactly that is responsible for this series of cruelties, she would give away the fact that she killed a Tritol guard captain. It would be best if she keeps that information to herself so as not to implicate them in any way.

“No, it’s… it’s alright, we understand.” Sigvor says, glad to know less.

Shaula walks around the bodies of the men that Sigvor killed. She sees that two of them have rings on their hands. She wonders if this is some kind of cult symbol. Twin Moons, two rings…

I have to know more. I have to figure out where these people are, there has to be more of them out there still.

Shaula has virtually no idea how to find them. So she did the only thing that she could think of, a way to get more information on where the rest of the filth was found. She started to grab some evidence.