Trafalgar looked at Selara for a moment.
That was certainly one way to describe someone.
"A unique way to put it," he said. "But who is she?"
Selara's expression still carried clear disgust, the kind that did not fit her usual chaotic cheer. She folded her arms, fingers tapping once against her sleeve as if the name itself had made her skin itch.
"Merisse Varn. Alchemist. Engineer. Very talented, unfortunately. Just like many people going to Aurevane, she knows how to make things that should never be placed in the hands of unstable people." Selara clicked her tongue. "And she was one of the people who helped build this train, which means she knows too much about its structure."
Trafalgar's gaze shifted toward the sealed door.
"Shit," Selara added, quieter this time, as if the thought had only finished settling in her own head.
"You have history with her?"
