Naja was close to stalking off, competition out the window. She holds her mace out towards Genie, spiky points directed towards him, her expression revealing nothing. Then, unexpectedly, her attitude loosens and she calms down. "Fine. I'm holding you to that. If I don't get this pretty little friend back, there's going to be trrrouble."

She holds the mace out towards him, cocking her head back. "I'll need some clubs, I suppose. And a cart."