Vanna sits, looking down with her head in her hands. Cheline looms overhead, looking down at her as she panics.

Vanna: None of this matters. Not while Pavel is out there being HUNTED by you... All of this can wait. It has to.

Cheline clicks her claws together.

Cheline: Ah, then consider: The longer you distract me with your questions... the longer he is safe.

She smiles in the light of the doorway, wings spread wide.

Cheline: Well... never ENTIRELY safe, I suppose. But please, do continue. the right question may throw off my aim JUST enough to save him.

Vanna looks down, deep in thought. She takes a moment. Then she looks up.

Vanna: Why?