[Calliope stares at the king piece. It's an incredibly unorthodox strategy—even Caliborn rarely tries forcing it to do something other than cower in the back.]
[At least she knows it's not secretly a queen.]
I suppose that it may be that principle in action. Rarely do we meet our paradox selves, but it makes sense that a place like this would allow us to graze past our others.
[She moves again, having a hard time planning ahead in light of his king move. She suspects it's bait—she won't go for it immediately.]