"I'm not here to help," Ikora admitted, her hands folded behind her back. Ophiuchus was going plant by plan, scanning them. "I can if you need it but I was mostly here to see the green house."

She hadn't gotten much of a chance to explore this part of the city before they had fallen under Billy's spell. "I admit, though, I'm not much of a gardener."

Her hands were more suiting to killing than cultivating.

Ikora tilted her head as she looked him over. "You're Tommy, right? Billy's brother. Thank you for what you did. I don't think I could've reached him."