[center][b]Rendezvous Crash[/b][/center]

Bishop hesitates a moment before noticing an icy glare towards her from the one Jester possessed. She knew that look. It would be unwise to try and save him... Jester chuckles as the crowd surrounds him. After momentary confusion, they dismiss it, and all move in. Jester makes no attempt to stop them as he is repeatedly stabbed, a single wheeze leaves the man as Bishop flinches a couple times. She moves through the crowd, rubbing her arms and shuddering. This was one of those few moments that Jester couldn't say anything or even show that he existed; a moment where he had to recover from the ordeal of death.

Temporary respite though it was, it was welcome.

She kneels down and picks up her hat, there was a few droplets of blood on it now, but nothing too significant. It could be cleaned out, certainly. With a single soft sigh she returns back to her compatriots, then looks to the man who told her that he would lead the way. [b]"Good. I'm glad someone around here has some manners."[/b] If it weren't for her already typically cold tone, she would be easy to see through. Then again, there wasn't much to see through at the current time. She briefly looks at her allies one more time, and shows a hint of uncertainty in her eyes. Leading was not something she excelled at. Investigative work, sure. Logic, reason, these realms were well within her grasp, but actual leadership?...