"How many times do I have to say this? There's nothing here. You've already combed through the whole place twice..."
Evelina tapped her foot, impatience written all over her face.
So they'd been here for a while, huh? And—wait. Did she just say they combed through the entire mansion twice?
Twice? While I was gone?
And they're still not leaving?
"Twice? Are you all really that suspicious that you're still not satisfied?"
I walked up to Evelina and stood by her side, trying to take over the conversation before she snapped.
"We just need to be precise," the inquisitor said. "If this thing somehow slips through our grasp, it could pose a danger — even to you two."
"Then just be better at your job..."
When dealing with self-righteous types like this, the worst thing you can do — if you actually want them to leave — is cooperate. And since they'd already checked the entire place twice and were still hanging around...
