And now Bast was torn. She knew Uriel needed those pills - and she couldn't just conjure them from thin air like some - but long years watching Horus's sanity crumble before her eyes made her know that she couldn't just leave the angel on her own like this. Who knew what she would do. She looked about - the nearest person seemed to be the pinstripe-suit guy who now seem to be talking to a black-robed skeleton. As she had thought before, he made her nervous, for some undifinable reason. But he seemed to have gotten on well enough with Uriel, and any port in a storm...

//Hey!// She called softly, aiming for his mind - funky thing, all stormy greys and gold light. //You! Come over here a second, please!//