"'Cut-throat' is an interesting choice of phrasing considering the circumstance, don't you think?" Annie asked dryly, crossing her arms over her chest. My, but this one was a piece of work. The other girls she had spoken to had at least pretended to want to help. She couldn't tell if this one was this flippant and defensive by nature, or if she had something to hide.
Annie opened her mouth to press her a little more but froze and squeezed her eyes shut, a sudden sharp pressure in her sinuses causing her to reach up and pinch the bridge of her nose in an attempt to get some relief.
The vision came unbidden; they always did. She could see Wren, though she was unsure if it was in the past or the future. She wasn't in costume, so it wasn't a performance; she was walking down a narrow corridor with a man behind her, leading him along by the hand... only to suddenly whirl on him and slam him hard against the wall. Annie could hear him grunt with the force of it, even as she saw Wren start to smile.
And then it was gone.
When she opened her eyes again, she cast a more discerning glance at the woman who had busied herself fixing her hair.
"Would you say you have a tendency towards violence, Ms. Ohashi?" she asked.