She wanted to pipe up, to say that he wouldn't do something like that, there had to be some reason, and then stopped herself. After all, who was she kidding? She knew Tieria well enough to know that if he had something in mind--some plan, some goal--and he was really determined to see it through, he'd do whatever he had to get it done. If, for whatever reason, he thought Nena and everyone else here would get in the way, he'd leave them behind.

"I dunno," she muttered, stabbing at the cake again. "I don't fucking know."

She looked up from her cake mutilation, then actually laughed, though it was a short sound. "Sounds like a friggin' plan," she snarled, pissed enough herself to like the sound of that.