"Oh, look, the winged beast doesn't understand common decency? Not unlike her kind, I suppose." Anathema's tone was wicked, and she continued to chide and demean this beast, and worried not of any consequence. Clearly she figured out what this place was. There was no question. Hell. Nothing could be worse, truly, nothing.

Her feet had caught her, sticking her to the wall, refusing to sink to the ground. "I refuse to stay here with you, because that means there is likely more. Hardly a place I intend to live."