[ Damara takes a second to pull out a cigarette, light it, and take an initial drag. She digests that, and watches the fire burn. The glass windows of the building are creaking, and the fire has trailed up the walls.
Was this sister the girl Aranea was searching for? Maybe. ]
I see. If you need help with that. I'll do what you tell me to. And I'll keep the information locked away.
[ She'd honestly wonder to herself why she's offering to do stuff like that for Caliborn-- were he not baby Lord English. She figures if she helps him now, she'll have an in later. ]
Is there anything else I should know? About this all. Anything I should avoid doing, or I should do.