"You wore one of my guises, and you're complaining I came as Westward?" A shhake of her head "incredible. You risked my life out of pettiness? I hope I'm hearing that wrong. I really do." She looks her sister over "I came there to talk, to wish you a good carnival, to tell you that we were wrapping La Cernicala up. Instead, I find you... " a swig "No, not fair of me. We're here to talk, and I'll save flatt out judgement until I get more facts beyond 'you were there'"