Sitting on a chair on the garden terrace, Cathy gently sips onto her tea. The lavender fields that lay ahead bring a sense of calm. Calm that she finds resourceful and helpful at this point, especially with being unsure of what she's about to say to the man with the intimidating and demanding look sitting across from her.
"You surely know how to keep your garden. All these lavender fields... Just refreshing." she starts, being intent on keeping the conversation off to a smooth start. With the gun laying on the table, she wouldn't want to get shot just when she's finally found what she was looking for.
An ally who has been deeply wronged. An ally deeply wronged and has just enough reason to be out for blood.
"Miss, I didn't escort you to my sacred garden so we could talk about flowers. Tell me what you know, and tell me now. Where's Aria?" he demands.
