"I am not waiting for anyone," was his grumbled response. He had just needed to escape his room. Scar briefly considered just ignoring her until she went away, then remembered that that never worked with Lust.

Glancing down at her hand, he noticed it was gloved. Were there bandages underneath?

"What happened with your hand? Did it get worse?" He needed to figure out what was going on with... whatever sorts of monsters there were that roamed these halls. What was the extent of their power?