They all looked at one another and at her, unsure of whether or not they should go for their blades.She laughed, a bold, loud, laugh that echoed across the cavern they were in. The laughter turned to coughing after a few moments and Jakub handed her his flask again so that she could clear her throat. She handed it back after she’d settled, wiping her mouth with the back of her sleeve.“Well, your timing is absolutely wonderful I have to say. Truly couldn’t be more ideal.” She shook her head. “You poor unlucky bastards.”“Seems like our misfortune is to your benefit,” said Davi.She shrugged, “That’s true. Now I get to have my second death a little more slowly than I was expecting.”Lance was looking out of the bubble, peering into the darkness to see if he could find the creature that had attacked them.“The monster. Tell me what you know of it,” he said, not looking toward her.“Well, it’s definitely going to kill you, first of all,” she said.Lance turned to look at her, his eyes intense, a bit of the mania Michael had seen in him months ago peering back through.She swallowed a bit as she assessed the look in his eyes. “It started attacking us the moment we reached this chamber. Most were cut down before they could even react. A few ran, but I heard them die as well. Cyrus…” She shuddered. “I think the creature left him hurt and screaming to try and draw the rest of us out to help him.”“Meu deus,” muttered Davi, shaking his head.Francesca’s head whipped toward him. “You’re from Earth?” she asked.He went to answer, but Lance held up a hand and shook his head.“You’re those poor bastards that they force to fight in their wars.”“Better than being slaves,” said Ollie.She laughed, and switched to speaking italian, "Parli italiano?""No," replied Davi."Of course I have to speak English, can't even escape that in a whole other world. Is that what (...)