Ah. So, the Prince, for all her talk of caution, had been particularly incautious in permitting the artist to play at investigator. Was that because the Prince did not like her Priscus, and was hoping to get her killed, or was this because, at the time, there were no other Kindred of worth to call upon.
If nothing else, though, Takeda did have admire the bite the artist had when it came to politics. Thankfully for her, however, Takeda had asked Krieg and Goto to be here, tonight, in part to act as a reminder that it must stay at politics. It was too tempting to simply remind the painted woman that it would be wise not to give Takeda a reason to take her head.
"We will proceed in the following manner: while breathing. We must act as the kine. If the Hunters are here we will capture them alive. If the Brood are present, we will make them ash upon the wind. However, if neither are present, our secondary objective will be to search for information on either of these groups."
So saying, Takeda took a moment to reminder flesh that needed to breather, that her eyes needed to blink, and that it had once been alive. Then, she strode towards the burnt junkyard. Yumyumcrow