Alrough coming out from cover slightly, Mish still gripped onto Titian's sleeve and silently stared the angel into the ground.
"...Well... well... you... c-can start by s-shoving that damn pity up your holy ass!" It took a minute for her to talk, but when she did, the drider growled gutturally. The outburst seemed to surprise even her, a little, but she was too agitated to back down now. "I'm not going to feel sorry for myself about what happened. But Abby.... she's a stitcher... and saving me, and... When people try and attack her or t-talk down to her, who's b-banner do you think they are flying?..."
How was she supposed to ask about Arkill estate, considering how even Lucia had reacted to their plans? She felt like she had incriminated Abby enough as it was.
The last thing she wanted to do was to trust the messenger of some savage human god.