Viola did not like this. At all.
What the fuck did She have planned now that three fucking Cahaliths were necessary?
Uncomfortable, but familiar lines of paranoia begins to climb her spine. Doesn't stop her from smirking at what Iseult says about the others, and snorting at what's said of her eyes. Sounds about right.
"Were not a merry band." can a flat voice spit? Her gaze travels to each of them that had gathered. "Yet." she amends, just because she was cursed didn't mean she wasn't lonely. And Fuck, if She was responsible for all of them here, now. Maybe they could take all the shit that seemed to follow her. Or maybe they couldn't. And they'd become just more she'd end up mourning.
Her lips flatten out once more as Hector tells a tale, "I doubt that's the truth. Knowing my luck, they're here. Covered their scent trails, waiting to murder us." she rolls her shoulders. "No other signs of the People, we get curious, easy enough to imagine a scenario where some fuckin' hole becomes a kill box." the hard lines of her mouth downturn. "We need to find out for sure what the fuck's up. Like you said, Sacramento's a big place."