Alainn slides along the seat, pausing when she reaches Eric's shoulder. Pointing past him through the windshield to the top of the building's facade, he would notice Fede perched just barely noticeable against the dark brick, her bright gold eyes trained on the car below. "She'll let you know if we need help. Read this," she slips a small, rolled piece of parchment into his hand, "if she comes to you."

Without another word she slips from the car to stand next to Lis'sa, looking nowhere but the building ahead, her face a complete mask of indifference.