Kitty sitting in her room...

[Atropha]

After her... run-in with Harbinger at the bar Atropha has retreated back to her room for the time being and is sitting in her chair, de-tangling her hair with a brush.

[Hellsmith]

"Our times with Harbinger are ever so fun, aren't they?"

[Atropha]

"Jealous?" she asks without looking up.

[Hellsmith]

There was a dry chuckle.

"I know her better than you,"

"But then again, you're realizing that, aren't you?"

[Atropha]

"Still, I imagine that is something your existance is rather lacking. Is that why you were watching us maybe?"

[Hellsmith]

"So you think that my greatest aspiration is to be... a pet?"

[Atropha]

"I would assume not. But when was the last time someone was down... wherever you actually are? I can't quite imagining someone having a sex-life with a wall."

[Hellsmith]

"I just imagine your little... arrangement... isn't quite going how you planned."

[Atropha]

"It isn't? Have we turned into a telepath now?"

[Hellsmith]

Another chuckle.

"Being one of Harbinger's playthings may keep you safe, but it won't get you any closer to the General."

[Atropha]

"Probably not, no." she smiles vaguely. "Or maybe that's not why I'm here."

[Hellsmith]

"Perhaps not."

"Do take care though. Harbinger does tend to get... dreadfully careless when one of her toys ceases to amuse her."

[Atropha]

"Oh I'm sure she does. And it's so sweet that you're worried about me." she says with the sweetest of fake smiles.

[Hellsmith]

"Just best that you know, eh? She's about the only one here that could hurt you, and get away with it. Usefulness be damned."

[Atropha]

"I'm aware of that, but thanks for telling me the obvious."

[Hellsmith]

"Ah yes, foreseen all of that, have you? Including what you'll have to do to keep her amused. Oh yes, what a pleasant prospect that will be..."

[Atropha]

"We'll see. It certainly seems to amuse you."

[Hellsmith]

"Seeing you dig that particular hole deeper? Perhaps."

[Atropha]

"Well I wouldn't want to spoil the surprise for you then."

[Hellsmith]

"There is still a chance, you know."

[Atropha]

"What's this now. Trying to chase me out?"

[Hellsmith]

"Far from it. A chance for him to take you seriously, rather."

[Atropha]

Atropha just quirks an eyebrow.

[Hellsmith]

"Simply that you're working the wrong lever, my dear..."

[Atropha]

"Oh I am not looking to aid her beyond making sure I have some breathing room."

[Hellsmith]

"But she'll only take you farther from anything of consequence."

"Clever girl that you are, I'm sure you've noticed that already."

The speaker cut out, at that.

[Atropha]

Atropha just rolls her eyes at... the room in general.