Yagrin tumbled backwards across the bed, clothes in disarray as he pushed the girl out of the bed sprawling onto the floor to block Cassian and Winifred's advance. As the clamour of noise and shouting assailed him it was the cold, calculating threat from Evelina that cowed him. Grasping at his trousers and holding them in one hand he snarled at the advancing Initiate and the others. "Who by Gorums' Iron balls are you. get out, do you not who I work for, you'll be dead by dawn you common scum..." Despite the defiant words its clear there is no fight in him, despite his eyes scanning the glass vial atop the desk, his rapier out of reach as Cassian kicks it out reach.

The girl scrambles to her feet, a sheet to hide her modesty and a panicked, "Please, I don;t have nothing, he don't even pay the proper rates. Don't kill me, if you want to rob 'em its in the desk..."