Amelia took Jerome from John without complaint, taking a moment to make sure the unconscious man was still breathing. Though he wasn't stirring, his breathing was steady enough, and she hefted him over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes. It was a bit different, carrying him without moving, and she shifted her own weight accordingly so she wouldn't topple over or drop him.

[color=#d2691e]"Understood,"[/color] she responded lowly, a small nod reinforcing her agreement.

A voice echoed around them, and Amelia cringed at the volume of it. She couldn't identify the direction it was coming from, but it was clear this person had been listening in on their conversation - she quietly swore under her breath at that. Still, if this person was really as omnipotent as they were trying to sound, they would've known about her brothers - and with no word on them, she knew they'd simply been eavesdropping. With a frown etched into her features, she once again shifted her weight to steady herself when the sewers trembled. Was the other guy trying to bring them down? She was tempted to pass Jerome off to John again and just backtrack; it wasn't like she couldn't find her way back to John, after all.

Still, it seemed safer to let John call the shots for now, though she shuffled back a bit, adjusting Jerome when he started to slip from her grip. [color=#d2691e]"I don't like this,"[/color] she muttered, just loud enough for John to hear.