"I read the vision wrong," she spoke again after he'd finished, her tone flat and to the point. She poured a partial glass, setting the bottle down and watching it for a moment before allowing her gaze to flicker to Doyle. Her expression was slightly haunted. "There wasn't a bomb in that vision, Doyle," she went on. "That building was supposed to collapse, not explode."
Her voice caught a bit and she fell silent once more. Her hand wrapped around her glass and she raised it to her lips, draining a large swallow of the liquid before sighing. "I've had these visions for going on five years now, and I've never once misread one like that. Not when they were killing me, not when they weren't being interefered with, not once did I fail to see something that I should have seen. And now, the one time I do, and a girl pays for it with her life." She shook her head, taking another sip of her drink before carefully - overly so, in fact - setting her glass back on the table.
"Maybe it's time for a new Seer, to go with the new Champion." She didn't mean that, of course. Not really. She knew eventually that Angel would step back into his role, and that even if he didn't she could never really give up her part in the good fight. But it felt... good, somehow, to be able to mention it. At least halfway consider it. Especially with someone who wouldn't judge her too harshly (at least she hoped not) for feeling the way she did.