Her already pathetic attempt at distracting her friends had gone absolutely sideways. Even before Eva's response, Amelia wilted a bit, casting a glance at her friends that was both amused and suspicious. She wouldn't put it past Phryi to actually follow through with the threat. Her eyes widened a bit at Eva's thinly veiled threat too; she found herself slightly shocked, seeing as of the two of them, she figured Eva might attempt to defend her from Phyri.Obviously that wasn't the case, and Amelia was thoroughly outnumbered in this chat. Her eyes narrowed slightly and her lips pursed at the betrayal.

She had half a mind to transform and fly away (but not before at least taking Phyri with her so the bird/witch wouldn't be able to follow through).

Amelia took a breath and sighed heavily, giving in. She still couldn't help but let a small smile drift onto her face as she talked about him. "The tall one in blue and green waistcoat with the Venetian mask," she said under her breath, praying they wouldn't be too overheard (though that would be just her friends' plan, wouldn't it?). "His name is Konstantin Fisk, he's the assistant head of the DMLE....and the former Senior Undersecretary to Minister Urquart." she added on as an afterthought. She hoped this might be enough to placate both women, as she might just sink into the floor if they marched over and introduced themselves to him.