*steps back as she pulls her glove back on and tilts her head to the side, savouring your fear* There is a girl to be saved, I think. She is not mine yet. A favourite of the Lady. *in a sing-song voice* Sounds like Arakáno, in the Lady's chamber.
*stiffens then and listens intently* *claps her hands* Oh, Hank! I thought this day would never come. I must go, dear heart. Until next time! *flits away into the shadows, searching out that alley, next to that pub, where a drunkard commences his daily dalliance with death*