"You have some bite, I like that. You know, it's a real shame, you just... hurt so deeply, don't you? I'd love to take you apart, piece by piece." Jude let's that last 'p' pop, then sighs.

"Tell your Archivist, that snake, I heard what happened to Mike Crew. I won't pretend to care about him but he does not get to use my words to shift the board." She stalks closer, laughter forgotten and waves of heat coming off her skin. The smoke is probably getting into the halls now. "The next time I see him he'll owe me a great deal more screaming than our first handshake. Though I could always take that payment from you. I imagine his screams at that would be so much more satisfying."

She stops, her severe expression breaking into a soft chuckle before she turns. "Good bye, Martin, was it? I wasn't lying, you know. It really was a pleasure."