♦ outlaw.

   … Funny. The majority of you look like demons.

   "Oh my - good god."  Lady clutched at her heart and blanched, then rapidly circulated her attention around the room.  Then she grasped the woman by the shoulder, and started walking her to the door.

“Ye—”

   "Do you need me to show you?"  The huntress looked at the flustered female with only the faintest hint of amusement. Such a young illusion, goodness. Lady couldn't be sure if she'd know what she was doing or not; hence the suggestion.

— [†] “I-is there something on my face?” Oblivious woman.

   "Ah-ha... You're fine, sweetheart." And how very cute that is.

“Aisle six— y’missed.”

   Not mad. If there ever came a day when Lady wasn't already informed on what's in the area and who they might be, it'd be her last.

   A patient finger tapped her glasses.

Perfect. Way to go, Oren. Played that off well.

   "Maybe you'll find out soon, Oren."  A small wave of her fingers swept through the air as she turned. "Ta-ta."