Yussa lifts a brow at the portrait, but his expression is otherwise placid save for an air of annoyance. If teleporting didn't burn energy and potentially limit his spell casting, he'd do it a lot more. As it is, he's stuck walking most places and has to use the elevators on occasion. He can practically feel the anxiety rising in his unfortunate companion. He seems young, which is enough to give Yussa some sympathy.

"I'm afraid she likely is. On my fist day here, I was trapped in a closet for nigh on half an hour while some little spirit waited for me to kiss the person I was in there with." Yussa regrets nothing, but he still dislikes being forced into situations like this. But this is the game, and they must play.

"Though I sincerely doubt the capacity to need anything in that state."

His voice is quiet, almost gentle, and his eyes are the color of polished gold as he peers over at his fellow prisoner in this.