Famine only had time to drive her elbow into a set of ribs before she was being held at swordpoint. Great. "Cool your jets, dragonslayer," Famine said, for all the world like they were having a chat. "I just wanted to see how Patrick was doing, but no one was answering." She pressed herself as flat as she could against the wall, trying to get some wiggle room, but there wasn't any. "Uhm, mind putting the sword down? It's holy and sharp and I get the point. No more window climbing. "