Larséne calmly sat forward, enjoying her candy bar and listening to the conversation in an almost bored looking manner, her mind was a little curious about why some-one would kidnap a bunch of humans, especially ones they considered less than special. It sounded a lot like something she'd seen once a long time ago, in fact there were many cases like it throughout history. Although the end result was different, the idea was the same in principle.. At least if it was the same kind of thing, maybe she was simply nostalgic..

"A long time ago there was a wise old mage, he had fifteen disciples," Larséne spouted off suddenly, lazily, "He taught them a little bit every day, but not too much.. But the students were young and wanted to know more.." She leaned back and nibbled a bit of chocolate again before grinning a little, "So, fuelled by greed and anger that he would not teach them more than he deemed necessary, the fifteen young mage's banded together, focused all their power and destroyed their master so they could obtain his book of secrets.." She chuckled a little bit,
"Sometimes.. Evil or the act of evil, is incomprehensible.. But it is more-often-than-not fuelled by personal desire or personal gain.. If there really is some-one grabbing alchemists and inventors.. They have something to gain.. Be it simple personal pleasure, killing them for a reason we dont know.. Or to use them, for material gain, power.. Either way the trend remains and some-one or something, Greed we shall call it, within the fair city of London is gathering itself what equates to the students.."

Larséne rolled her shoulders comfortably, looking past Minerva for a moment, but then back over to Demetri, a wry smirk on her face. Again, only Demetri could really tell why Larséne acted in certain ways. She had sensed something, and she indicated it by placing a spare hand on her cane, propping two finger sup and tapping them gently on the shining golden handle. That was the sign that there was something supernatural nearby and she didnt want to alert it to the fact that she'd spotted it just yet. In other words, they needed to act normal while Larséne waited..
"Demetri, darling, do you remember that one time we were escorting a lovely young lady to her villa, and you saved her from a swinging crane? She certainly was most fortunate to have you on hand. If she had been in the way.. It would not have ended well.. You're always darling enough to protect young ladies such as our Minerva."
No.. Demetri never saved some girl from a crane, yes, Larséne was making it up. It was actually instructions, cleverly disguised, after all, a devil like Larséne was a master of trickery, pretending, faking, and her instruction for Demetri was to protect Minerva, get her out of the way.

Her lips shifted a moment as she chuckled about it, right side of her face, that was the get ready signal. A soft sigh and her lips shifted, moving to the left in the same off smirk, but reflected, as if in a mirror. She'd given him ample time to prepare, and the shifting of her lips tot he left meant that was the moment, the time to protect Minerva.
Larséne Meanwhile gripped the cane more tightly and, in a flash, pulled it up from it splace and flicked it over to her right, past the inventor towards the cabin wall.
It was in this very instant that the shadow upon it had leapt forward, only to be impaled. It was stunned, arms still reaching out, not exactly registering yet why it couldn't move until it saw Larséne vanish and reappear, her hand holding the cane and twisting it gently. The creature managed a startled howl, distorted, jarring, shocked by the suddenness.. The pain..
The cane wasn't just some silly gimmick, a wooden stick with some embellishments. It was a part of her, a separated entity that shared her power like a conduit. That was why it hurt.
"Well-well, what do we have here..? Ah yes! A watcher! A living shadow of the underworld, stalking a simple little human.." She smirked as the creature tried to grab her, grab the weapon, but his hands only burst into blue flames, a cruel response form the demoness no doubt, watchers hated light and hated flame, they only lived in shadow. He withdrew his hands and hissed again, still unable to move anywhere, "Do keep it down, there are other people trying to enjoy their train ride. Demetri, darling.. Does this not make things that little bit.. More interesting..?" The woman asked, mildly taking another soft bite of her chocolate.