Redglare keeps the smile in place. Of course, goading. She expected as much and so is able to keep her cool quite well. She is not a hotheaded sort and never has been.

"Or perhaps I've adjusted. Your time is running short."

If she really wanted to help Mindfang, she thinks, she would have given her more time. Her hand finds the head of her cane, leaning it against the table, and the other takes the clipboard. She takes a deep whiff of the words printed there.

"I will read off your crimes to you, if you like. Perhaps that will jog your memory!"