Bohemia was so startled she nearly backed into the wall.
"Huh?" It was the only sound she could manage for a moment. "You… How did you…"
"Guessed it right? Close enough?" the left shadow asked, crossing its legs.
"Based on just those few words, I wonder what our accuracy rate is," the right one said calmly.
Bohemia took a breath, trying to sort through her thoughts and figure out how to coax the information she needed out of them, bit by bit. But after a few seconds of fruitless thinking, her temper suddenly flared. "I hate it when you act like this! If you have something to tell me, just spit it out, the whole story!"
"Someone who doesn't know how to ask questions," said the left one.
"…doesn't know how to find information," the right one finished the sentence.
"Your mom doesn't know how to find information."
"Our mom really doesn't," said the left one.
