Her cleaned and sharpened blades were strapped to each hip, providing an abbreviated pendulum of sorts as she walked. She wasn't really sure who would be waiting for her. To be sure, she had made arrangements with Grem to join her on patrol tonight. But Isuelt wasn't at all certain which Grem would accompanying her into the WestEnd. Clad in her prescriptive black leathers, she closed in on the oak tree that stood on the west side of the Sanctuary gardens. There was a figure standing against the dark bark of the tree, that much she had expected. But there was no colored garb in sight. Grem was dressed in dark colors much like Isuelt: black pants and his torso encased in muted gray. A cigarette dangling as it had a thousand times before between his lips looked so different tonight. He looked different tonight. Isuelt had gained unheard of insight into her friend, but he had not meant for her to find out. He had not meant for any of them to find out. It was something that had simply happened. Isuelt had stood agape like a silent, stunned animal, it was like watching something out of a dream where everything made sense until one woke.

Grem could take care of himself, but that's not why she had asked him to patrol with her. Isuelt had been wrecked by strange waking dreams, where her actions could have disastrous, if not deadly consequences. For this reason, she wanted a partner for patrolling and she knew that her Sisters were strung out just as badly as she was. She wanted to give them a respite. Her beloved Scorpion was not really the "patrolling type," he was more big deals, massive brawls of extreme violence, and sharp meetings of planning the underground workings of a city. After what Isuelt had witnessed in the Inn, she knew that Grem was the one she would take. She trusted him, she had since she had met him those years before. What she didn't know exactly, was how well he trusted her.

"Waiting long?" she grinned, knowing that the possibility of him having left his place a minute ago was very real.

He removed the cigarette from his lips to blow a streamlined cloud of gray smoke into the oncoming night air. "No, darlin' not at all. You ready?" Her dark head nodded and they moved off of the property, where his cigarette butt was respectfully flicked.

"You know I'm going to bombard you with questions," at least she had waited until they were clear of any passersby. They were down the hill that led to the northwest cliffs where the Sanctuary was located.

Grem sighed dramatically, "If you must." Though mouth quirked into a smile rather than a grimace.

Isuelt really didn't know where to start, so she began with the first question that came to her, "How long has this been going on?"

"A couple of years, actually. Didn't you already ask me this question the other night?"

"I can't help it. It's just...it's just like if someone found out their friend was...was...a horse or something." Her expression screwed itself up as she shook her head, "That didn't come out right. You know what I mean?"

A chuckle, "Yeah, I guess I do. What else you got?"

"Well, how did all of this come about' I mean if it only started a few years ago, what happened?" She was more than sure that this line of questioning, even if Grem's answers were habitually short, would escort them all the way to the WestEnd.

"It's a long story, and it boils down pretty much to 'there's a lot of math' and 'I don't know why it worked.'" He rubbed the back of his neck.

"Math?"

"Well, darlin', it has something to do with higher-dimensional mathematical equations," he paused and looked to the Scathachian, presumably to see if she could handle more detail. Isuelt's face was a perfect poker-face. She simply nodded, inviting him to continue. He smirked as they made their way toward the Marketplace. "So, when you're dealing with complex numbers in matrices such as these..." He delved deeply into physics that might as well have been in a different language. Still, Isuelt listened. "See, and that's not even going into applying numbers to four-dimensional space-time." He thought it best to omit his long exposition about number theory for the time being.

Isuelt was quiet for a moment before she offered what little she could, "I think that 'cracking' noise when you do it is really interesting, cher." She slung an arm around his shoulder as she smirked.

"Heh," he rubbed the back his neck with a grin and half-muttered, "Yeah...that's a sonic boom."

She pointed emphatically to his hand rubbing his neck, "See" That! That's what did it! That's when I started wondering! You...or...you as Crim did that when you came to see me in that bloody cell. I figured there was only one other person I knew that did that. And...of course, there was your voice. Even though I was out of it, I found it pretty familiar."

Grem nodded, "Suuuure, you figured it out, darlin'..."

"Well...I had my suspicions. If only for a moment.?" There was something of a sheepish smile on her face. " "You can give me that at least, can't you?"

A chuckle and a nod. "I guess. Inquisition over?"

"No," simply stated as they wound their way through the empty stalls of the Marketplace. The sun had set on Rhydin, but not on Isuelt's curiosity. "Do you want anyone else to know, besides everyone who was at the Inn the other night' Basically, should I keep my mouth shut and just let the rumor mill do its thing" Did Charna know" Lydia" Does anyone else know, I mean, before tonight?"?" Her queries were coming rapid fire now.

He couldn't help but laugh at her, it was like someone had laid the answers of the universe at her feet with a time limit. Grem drew a deep breath and attempted to hit all of her topics, "I'd rather people not know, but with how many people were in the Inn, but I doubt that's a real possibility. Charna does know, as does Lydia. Varick figured it out. So did 'the old man' and 'the spook shows'," He imagined those would mean nothing to her, but he added it anyway

"You've been patrolling the WestEnd then. That's when I first saw you...him...you. Whatever." Isuelt felt awkward referring to them as two separate people. "Have you seen us" Seen me??"

"Yes, I've seen you." They were at the north bridge that would take them into the WestEnd now. They stopped, almost as if watching it from afar would make it less real, less threatening.

Her voice was quieted, "Why didn't you say anything about this before???"

He matched her tone, "Because the less who know, the better. It's safer for them and other people in my life."

"And trust. I suppose trust is an issue, too. Do you trust me, Grem?"