ooc:
We're talking to White Knight, not Faust.
"True Ms. Viridian. But unless we ask, we likely will never find out." She smiles wickedly at Mr. Foreman. "Enjoy your stay at Buckner's Daniel. In the dark, there is no light. And for you, your dream of an Aryan nation will never come true. Evil usually implodes upon itself."
She stood and turned her attention to Faust. The air seemed to drop several degrees as a smell of ozone permeated the air. If it were outside, you could almost imagine the clouds gathering before a thunderstorm. Her hair shimmers as if it can't make up it's mind whether or not it's red or white. And now you understand her comment about restraint and tranq.
"Faust. Last time we met you were under a rather large pile of rocks and bleeding out." she said quietly, calmly, only the electric feel in the air and her changing hair betrayed her own roiling maisma of anger and hate. "And here you are. Alive and well. Imagine my surprise."
She sat down in the nearby chair. "What pray is Barrington planning? What is the eye of hell for? Who else is working for him? What is the connection to the foundry? To Wolfson, Shepard, and Doe?" she asked.