Re: Holding Cell
Servante watches the two bickering girls, his expression sour. Couldn't they take their common blood arguments elsewhere? The selkie thinks to himself before turning his attention back to the matter at hand. Noticing the off-worlder trying to offer some of her scribbling's to the group and them seemingly not noticing Servante sighs once before pushing himself off the wall he is leaning againt.
Elbowing his way through the group Servante stops a foot or so from the cell, unsure if he wants to risk contamination. Anyone who's paying attention to the selkie would notice a slight hesitation, both going near to the cell and taking the papers from the woman, though after several seconds he takes the parchment from the girl. "Thank you," The selkie says, his tone dry, the words merely forced to show mock courteousness towards the common bloods. "I think these are for you." Servante's attention now turns towards Hoten, forcing the sheets into the lizards hands, and without waiting for a reply the selkie returns to his spot against the wall, his expression, if possible, now more sour than before.