"Right," she said, quietly, turning around in her chair so she was looking at the uncertain number of people in her room. It had never looked quite so full and she was almost nervous at the sight, though something in her water told her she had not much of a choice. Which did somehow make a whole lot of a difference. If there was no choice, then she could not fail, could she? "Is there anything I can do for you?" she asked, with the cold cordiality of a girl caught in a position she could have done without being caught in. But this was, after all, quite utterly odd.



