With a cyan flash, Cheline's eyes burst open and her irises pin.

Cheline: YOU?!

Outside the cell, a Fata Morgana leaps from one of the plinths, bounding toward the open door with a knife in hand.

She rushes in towards Vanna with supernatural speed, her tattered cape billowing behind her. Old shed feathers are thrown into the air like a black blizzard. She raises the knife toward Vanna, who falls backward toward the wall. Pink glass eyes stare her down, with just the tiniest hint of a cyan glow behind them.

Vanna holds her head up, terrified, as the knife rests at her throat. 

Cheline's voice wavers a bit as she speaks.

Cheline: You can keep your hands off of me.