Senna made a face at Meche as she finished tying up her hair. A short tug, and she was settled, the familiar action calming the fluttering inside of her. "I'm just glad everything was okay," she said gruffly, then softened. "I'm worried. I didn't hear from Soma, and Alita refused to eat. So when I heard...."

She trailed off, instead focusing on Meche. She reached out to palm the other sword, the leaned on it slightly, eyebrows furrowing. "He might," she started. "He might not. I went to that place for a week before, remember, and I never saw the guy. So there's no guarantee." Senna straightened, a silly grin dominating her expression now. "So you're not allowed to worry, lady. What's the point if you don't know? Worry then! I'll think of something."

Something like running better, and not having the entire group go inside. They weren't going to get trapped again. She wouldn't let them.