Syrlya strangles down a sound before it can get too loud, staring at Lambert with wide eyes. missing now, seriously?! And it's a Supervisor--there's no missing that empty spot at the head of the table, Syrlya had certainly seen his absence at breakfast. If he keeps not showing up.

Syrlya pinches the bridge of his nose, pursing his lips for a moment. "They will panic. They will see us getting picked off and when a member of leadership goes missing they will panic." It's a strategy he's familiar with from battle, and most of the carnival is civilians. They have no sense not to act on their emotions.

"We need to buy time. Time, and a plan, and a way to break the news without them all running off--" He flexes his hand in the air, grasping for ideas. And then stops as he considers something.