Elriss skids to a stop as the newcomer, the strange one, unfurls wings. The feeling she gets from him... from all three of these people... is something akin to fear, or maybe love, or a terrible, childlike sense of wonderment. There is more going on here than she realizes... and for a moment, she can see. There are possibilities untold at this bar... endless worlds that can be opened up, explored, devoured by the Empire... if she chooses to include the Empire. She could always simply see what lies on the road ahead without them...
The thought... rather, the incomplete thought that is little more than a feeling passes quickly, and she is left feeling dizzy, and even hungrier than before. Her time to find a source of Kandrona is running short. She watches cynically as the newcomer flies away, then returns her eyes to Ike and Mar. She steps closer, so far unnoticed, and listens to what they have to say.
She hesitates when Ike begins to help Mar towards his ship. She doesn't like Mar... and really, she's just using Ike, isn't she? Her time is short and there's work to be done... there's nothing to be gained from helping these two at the moment... so why the hesitation?
"I swear you're rubbing off on me," she mutters to her host as she steps to Mar's side, helping Ike half-walk, half-carry him to a ship.
When she finally speaks, her breath is shorter than it should be, and her voice is raspy. "Oh, sure," she says sarcastically, "let's just get into a fight with the telekinetic winged harbinger of stabbing people in the chest. What a great idea that was, gentlemen." She looks disdainfully at the orbs Ike has brought out. "What is this, granny's down-home magic medicine? Ike, honey, do you have any real medical supplies?"