[ was asked to skip Snö, and Rayo agreed to it as she's eaten by life :c ]

Snö stood cold and haughty; Psyche dark and terrible, allowing Mauja, who knew the prisoner, to take charge for the moment. Why, he didn't quite know, but as he glanced at her black face she merely seemed thoughtful, though he knew her well enough to see the nastiness beneath when she glanced at Cassiopeia. No doubt she was pleased Ulrik had brought her such a fine treasure, and something about it made him feel half-sick. Shaking it off with a slight twitch of his head he remembered Daltoff returning, and d'Artagnan's words — even Ophelia's. It seemed that whoever he had been, he'd been charismatic indeed. Ulrik had disappeared after he had, yet here he was, saying he was glad Mauja had returned. Since when had the taciturn engineer been glad? And why did he, the Frost-Skull, have such a hard time getting it into his thick head that he was wanted, needed, respected? "So am I," he responded in a heartbeat, drifting to the side and speaking Cassiopeia's name.

She didn't look at him. She didn't acknowledge him. "I met her before," he confirmed to her captor, seeing the metal contraption around her leg. He couldn't know its exact use but had his guesses, and given the state she was in.. well. If he had to pick anyone he did not want to be captured by, it was Ulrik. With all the things the man could do, and his clear lack of conscience, he'd be an efficient, ruthless guard. And, it seemed that she had learned that, the hard way, though.. she seemed sad — sad in a way a prisoner ought not to be sad. Angry, yes, he could understand that, perhaps frustrated at not being where she wished to be, with her child, but something about the sad cast to her blue features seemed soul deep... Pitying her, he did not reveal to the others she had a child and an important mate, not wishing her to hear such things; the Plague would be told, of course, but if he could spare her worries he would.. for now, even though some childish part of him was affronted she hadn't even deigned to return his greeting.

But he wasn't petty enough to turn all butthurt about it.

Ulrik's voice snapped him out of his thoughts, and he looked aside from the captive Pegasus. It seemed he'd been thinking, too, saying something which was vaguely foreign to Mauja, but obviously the nature in which an engineer would think. Briefly he glanced down at Snö's metal wolf. It had endured a lot.. it was hardy. Then, his eye traveled up to Psyche, flashing her the smallest of grins before looking back to Ulrik. If they could just lock Cassiopeia up, it'd be so much better, so much easier — there would be no need to beat her into submission. They could keep an eye on her, and he could make sure she fared decently. They'd have to make sure there was some way to lead water in, and food, and Mauja frowned slightly. Sure, the Basin wasn't the nicest, most hospitable herd around.. but to stack their prison full of bodies? He wasn't sure it was what they wanted. So either they find a way to get nutrients in, or.. or Ulrik would have to construct some kind of collar-and-leash, by which a guard could bind their prisoner and take them out to feed.

That could be discussed later. Just having a place to dump Cassiopeia would be enough for now. "Actually, I haven't," he admitted with a wry smile, trying to catch Ulrik's bronze eye. "But then again, I am not an engineer." He cast a last glance at Cassiopeia, wondering if she'd remain sullen even if he approached her alone, before moving up closer to Psyche. He could tell by her face she wasn't opposed to the idea, and come to think of it, he couldn't dredge up anyone he knew who would be. "Could we contract you for one?" His voice light, half-teasing, but he did not wish to assume Ulrik would do it out of the goodness of his heart; if he wanted payment, Mauja would find a way to.