"Young Mistress," she greeted confidently.
"I have only one question for you. It's a hypothetical scenario."
"Please tell me."
"On the lobby outside, there's a woman sitting on the eastmost bench. Blonde hair, a mole on her forehead, and dark, baggy clothes. You have one task. You must kill her in five minutes and ensure your own safety and innocence afterwards. What do you do?"
"…"
"Think as much as you want and give me the easiest answer you could find."
In a matter of seconds, her expression went through drastic changes. There was confusion, doubt, worry, confusion again, before finally, an expression of focus.
She processed the question for a minute more before asking something delightful.
"Can I be prepared?"
She was basically asking if she had enough time to prepare for the assassination. Allowing her that would make the task much too easy, but Savine was satisfied that she was asking.
