She's already turning to go the first direction indicated when he strikes off in another entirely. "Really?" she grumbles as she catches on to the problem and goes hurrying after him. She can still feel Biscuit, so if they're going the wrong way they at least aren't to the edge of where she should be able to sense him, and he's still...happy. Hopeful. Maybe a little startled by something, but he's somehow failing to actually be frightened by whatever's around him. She sends him a pointed feeling of confusion only to receive vague reassurance in response.

"If we've come through, chances are my friends have as well," she says, relieved to find that she believes it enough to speak it. "I want to find them right away."

A jolt of joy shoots through her connection with Biscuit at the same moment that a long whistle carries through the air. "Biscuit?!" calls Asmodia, turning to look around. The donkey rat is nowhere to be seen, just people -- one of which, a young woman, is coming toward them.