Mhm. Smt. Savitri's hand ends up on her hip. She is not immune to pleading or conjured up images of hardship; she has been inside of that room herself. However she not new to Baedal any more and she's certainly not new to the arts of deception. She spares Ava a placating gesture while staring down the door. "Well Erik. For a man who has lived through a jet crash, someone seems to think you are very dangerous." Someone like the member of my staff you tried to murder. Jerk.

"I have a very heartfelt young woman pleading for your immediate freedom -" the Twelve Point Divinity alone knows for how long she will survive in this city "- but how can we in good conscience let you out, knowing you will do us harm?"