[Lysithea allows herself a small smile of assent. Despite her outwards composure, there's no denying that this situation would be unnerving for just about anybody. It's good to feel as if she has an ally... even if it was a stranger.]

Then it's settled. Why don't you continue with this area and I'll head back upstairs to the bedroom? Speed is of the essence. We don't know when they'll grow tired of --

[Lysithea had attempted to place her arms back at her sides, but found it curiously stiff.]

When they'll... grow -- Oh! Goddess!

[Rolling up her right sleeve... apart from the reddened and angry flesh where she had just burned herself, her right elbow and portion of her lower arm are now stiff and shiny porcelain.]