The crashing impact of Sven's attack wasn't entirely unexpected to Kolonis, but it did put things into perspective. Including the fact that her liquid form was a scant couple feet from the impact. There was no point in deriding her own foolishness, she decided as she steered the undead orc's form well clear of the engagement. If they lived, it was something to think about. If they died... well. That was part of what the current body was for.
Ignoring the going-ons of the central engagement, she made her way through other undead orcs, sticking to entirely fallen segments of town as she wandered in search. She wasn't sure she would find either of the things that she seeked, but she would give it a go.
Before long, it seemed that the battle was over. In a rare occurrence of placing her caution aside, she moved the orc form to stare down the road at the location of the engagement. It appeared her party had made it. Very well.
She returned to her search. She would make no extra moves to prevent her detection; to an outsider, especially the party she had come with, the orc would be just another shambling dead thing lazily carrying an axe around. She supposed it could be given up without a cost.