Beckett was talking, speaking about the history of the sarcophagus and the meaning behind Lamastu. Mirina, the fledgling, did not appear to be listening, her large two-toned eyes drifting languidly around the room as she stood on the opposite side of the sarcophagus from the scholar. Suddenly, her eyes snapped down to the box, and she almost lovingly placed her palms flat against it, draping herself over it's lid, her ear pressed against it's surface and her eyes sliding closed.
The scholar paused briefly in his discourse, but continued on, his blood red eyes now fixed on the malkavian, instead of the elaborate carvings on the sarcophagus. Beckett stopped briefly to take a breath, and suddenly the childe snapped her head up, leaning forward and whispering with a wide grin, "Wolf! There is a secret in the box. Box, box?... Jack-in-the-box. I can hear its music go!" She pushed herself back, drawing the attention of both the prince and his sheriff, and closed her eyes, swaying erratically with her fingers wiggling in the air near her temples.
Beckett opened his mouth to speak, but suddenly she lifted her arms in the air, an unnerving laugh bubbling between her ruby lips. "I go to purge the black hand from angel land. But then the key. Key! Pillar of flame to light up the sky!"
Lacroix and Beckett exchanged a glance, both slightly unsettled by the malkavian, and the prince took a step forward, perhaps to interrupt the girl, but again, she proved faster then thought. Her hands dropped slightly, fists clenched loosely next to her head, which was tilted at a sharp angle as her unusual eyes skipped from Beckett to Lacroix.
Swaying slightly, she murmured, "My little raven has been taken, when she dies I'll fry those guys." She pouted slightly, then straightened, blinking a few times. Without warning, she spun in an odd little dance, moving into the elevator. As the doors closed, she grinned wickedly and gave a little wave to the three in the room, her eyes drifting shut as she began to sway.