Cassandra looks down at her, unimpressed. It had taken a long time to track down Araceli, and more effort than should have been necessary. And now that she's finally here, it seems she is determined to make the rest of the process just as difficult.

Fine. Cassandra can be difficult, too.

"I am its founder," she snaps, and scowls. "And there would have been no need to accost or drag you, had you come quietly right away." She leans over the girl, eyes searching her, pinning her to the chair with her glare. "What do you have to hide, that you were so determined not to be questioned?"