Psykgi watched the proceedings with detatched interest, ready to leave if some of the ire turned to her but generally unconcerned. Unconcerned because Ma'am was with her (as she always was) and Ma'am was ready to swarm into action if need be. For Psykgi, and Psykgi alone. Psykgi wanted lowblood illnesses about as much as any troll (not at all) and keeping such things out of her city was a good thing as far as she was concerned.
It was interesting how interested Azrael was with the situation - she watched him more than the robbery itself. It was interesting how he took the comment about her, it was interesting how he defended her. And appreciated.
Psykgi smiled pleasantly at them as they passed, not really wanting to correct them about her citizenship status regarding Civisect. Not really minding, either - it was just a thing. This was how things were.
She moved towards Azrael, stopping as he - inexplicably - moved to comfort the sick lowblood.
Ugh, no thanks. she thought, wincing inwardly. Still, she knew that Azrael was medically inclined. She restrained herself from stopping him - she was an observer. It was not her place to interfere. Not just now.
When he returned, she gamely linked arms with him.
"Well." she said, out of earshot.
"That was something." She was smiling, but her cheer was slightly subdued, her voice for his ears only.
"What did you think? About that? Did you want to help them?"
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