Riza was on her way back to the chair she had claimed with a fresh cup of tea when she heard the knock at the door. As she was already on her feet, and rather detesting feeling quite useless in the grand scheme of things, she quickly altered her path to the door, and opened it.
Then froze, the teacup slipping through suddenly numbed fingers. She'd heard enough, seen enough to know what Envy looked like, and the dangers he presented. Although the one who had caused so much grief in recent times was now dead for good, that didn't mean there weren't others.