That's rough, buddy. [She kidnapped someone out of their own bedroom once, but in her defense, there was a party going on and she invited the entire group that was hellbent on catching their whole conspiracy. So it's not like she intended for her to stay kidnapped?

At the mention of Martin, she nods.]

I'm sure we'd both prefer he remain uninvolved but I also can't imagine you'll keep this from him. If he gets worried about us having a conversation then I guess I can have it with both of you at the same time. If not, I won't bother him. [She takes another drag of the cigarette, blowing a ring. She tried very hard to be something desirable and interesting in parties, to get over that feeling of deep self hatred for her normal self. This happened to be one of the many methods she tried.]

Enclosed in that file is a compilation of circumstantial evidence that you and Martin know far more than you're pretending you do. I had a little niggling feeling for months, but it was only really confirmed as something substantial when Martin accidentally let slip about another Desolation avatar he knew.

And then, for more substantial proof, I believe that your little trick against our darlingest boy Khalil was in fact a rather sophisticated power that you used, and not just the powers of persuasion.

[She turns and looks at him, something sharp and familiar in her eyes. She might be primarily of the flame, but it's not the only entity that has a certain level of affection for her. The Beholding is rather fond as well. There's no hint of mirth in her tone as she asks, plain and simple.]

Who are you really, Mr Sims?