How deep the rabbit hole

Roana felt badly to keep pestering him about things he did not seem keen to discuss, but these were things she needed to know. And if she didn't ask them...someone else would. "What makes her so different? Do you think she would be willing to talk to me?" Roana asked. She could tell Ianto was in some manner intimidated by this woman, but she couldn't place her finger on why. Her eyes glanced towards the leather strap about his neck, and briefly she wondered if it was just a necklace, or if something more sinister was at play. "I think that would be good if you wouldn't mind. I might be able to find something around it that might help bring it down." she said quietly. "And if it comes down...well...people are going to need your help. You know more about this place than anyone in there, Northavener or otherwise." she said, and grinned a bit. "Plus you are clearly more charming than I. Perhaps you can convince them that I am not devil's spawn." she said a bit more lightheartedly. Roana 'Cause it makes me that much stronger Makes me work a little bit harder It makes me that much wiser So thanks for making me a fighter