Pint-sized, but a powerhouse. Brimstone reevaluates the girl in her head, marking her a bit higher than before. The heightened sense of smell is an interesting thought, as well.

"Might call you Copper, if that's all right," Brimstone says, gaze tracking to the red hair atop the girl's head. "'Least to keep you stuck up here." She taps a finger to her temple with a metallic ting. "That nose of yours any good at sniffin' out unfamiliar bodies? Had a thought we might go lookin' for Mason behind those doors, the part of him that ain't the house."