Hannah/Sinjir
Hannah couldn't help breathing out a sigh of relief as they moved away from the main party; it wasn't that she wasn't used to working with others, but there was something to be said about dealing with those she hadn't built up trust for, at least not yet. Sinjir was a somewhat known entity, but the others in the group (aside from Liri) were a mystery to the elven sorceress, and she couldn't help but believe that they were already getting off on a bad foot. Then again, that was how it usually went for the daughter of Mina Vizari.
"I know Liri was looking for help, but I didn't realize how desperate she was," Hannah commented offhandedly, keeping her gaze focused as they moved through the steam-drenched passageway. Pipes ran for miles, wound with electrical wires and metal siding that made the entire place seemingly uninhabitable. Hannah was completely befuddlded as to why anyone would want to make this place their home, but she'd known stranger types. One hand hovered at her waist, ever above her attack wands.
As they came to a corner, however, her less than sharp-eyed focus failed her when a somewhat portly man ran smack-dab into her. Hannah let out an oof of surprise, grabbing the man and using his momentum to keep herself as upright as she could until she could lean against a wall for support.
"What the fuck?" She shoved the man away, and he tumbled to the ground, quickly grasping for anything within reach to pull himself back to his feet.
"You have to... you have to help me!" His face was reddened from over exertion, and he reached out as though to grab at Hannah's pant leg. She took a step back out of his reach. "Please! She's after me!"