Ashelia removes the last lizard from her blouse, tossing it aside. "Was that some sort of joke? Exactly what kind of trap was that supposed to be?" She'd meant to bring a little levity to the situation, but Sephiroth's stomp on the lizard put an end to that. She looks down at the dead lizard and then back up at the silver-haired man. Certainly not the man I knew.

Straightening her blouse, Ashelia goes to follow Frisk. "Speaking of traps, haphazardly opening doors is a good way to spring them."