[Thaum makes some interesting, frustrated noises as he begrudgingly stomps after the other two, crossing his arms and burying his chin in his coat's high collar with a scowl.]

Welcome, lil' miss. Don't think I caught your name, by the way...?

[They're outside now, on a back street behind the station. Darian's walking pretty swiftly for his casual demeanor, making for a sewer grate. He does tug his hood back a little as he gives Thida a careless smile, letting several long, thin purple tentacles spill out from under it.]

Ugh, shut up! You think you're so cool, don't you!? The splat do you even want from me, and don't say you don't! ...Wait, where are we going?

[Darian just shrugs.]

Hey, you're right T, we got a favor to ask. Figured we'd talk back at base, though, so the girls can talk to ya as well. Didn't expect a two-fer, but this lady's free to come along too, if she wants to lay low a bit.

[He stops at the grate, tapping it with a foot. Anemones can't slip through grates like this or travel through inklines, so it's an odd choice.]

Guessing you've at least taken one o' these from the kettles before, yeah? Run the line to Mackerel Street, we'll meet you there.