[i]In an instant a blade was at your throat, hovering there from where it was situated on her wrist. What you had identified as conflict in her eyes was even more apparent now, as they sparkled with years' worth of anger and resentment, and her face was contorted in a half-snarl. The sudden change of emotion was jarring, but when she spoke she did so calmly and deliberately,[/i] "You don't think that he knew I was alive? You're more naive than I thought." [i]The blade lowered, and her angry composure faded away. She seemed the slightest bit irritable still, but she had largely returned to her former temperament, almost sounding sheepish.[/i] "I'm... Sorry. I...-I kinda lost my temper."