"Rinoa Heartilly," she said, offering a hand. "I wish we were meeting under better circumstances."

There were all sorts of better places to meet people. And better times, when Rinoa wasn't wishing she could kill things with her mind.

Or, worse, worrying that she could.

"I know what you mean," she said. "They took my Knight. They're going to be very sorry they did."

She would have come for him anyway, but saying it like that made it sound more intimidating. She hoped.