Onward, then! [Gaunt takes the blade into his hand, holding it point down, jutting from the end of his left fist. He also takes a little bit of time to look at her legs, though. Gaunt isn't THAT businesslike. ]
Hmmm.... well, at least it doesn't smell. [ Well, not much, anyway, though there are ominous sounds, hydraulic thumping and water moving and.... footsteps? ]
Feth. Cover, now [ He'll pull her into a small sconce with him, where once some statuary once stood, for in the gothic architecture of a hive-city NO place is complete without random depictions of saints or gargoyles. He's quite close to her now, holding her almost protectively as footsteps and a green electric torch-light can be seen. He gestures for her to shut hers off. ]