The sight of a bloodied Yuno was strangely ..unstrange to Sevatheda. The normalcy of it and the way that it was easy for the albino to conjure up similar imagery in her mind was almost intriguing. It wasn't that Seva believed the 'proper lady' deserved to be covered in the metallic scented liquid, or that it suited her. Rather, Yuno made it seem like it was such a nonchalant thing- which for Sevatheda it was. But a sociopath and this.. Woman were different. Sevatheda was supposed to find the colors contrasting too harshly, or the woman herself looking uncomfortable. At least something that made the blood look out of place. Instead, Yuno 'owned the look'.
Sevatheda arched a stark white brow at Yuno's initial question. Madam mini Cujo? That was.. Strangely adorable. Or fitting. The latter was much easier to understand. Slipping a hand inside of her Cujo robes, she withdrew a generic gray handkerchief and held it out towards Yuno, grimacing just slightly at her filthy hands. While Seva knew that it wouldn't do much for the woman, the material was surprisingly soft and pleasantly cool to the touch.
"See if there are any potential alliances to be made. Or at least a few promises of neutrality. Even if they go back on their word, we still could get men and resources out of them." She sighed at the obnoxious revving, folding her arms across her chest as she caught sight of the peculiar mist. "Perhaps it is time to leave?"