"The death she promised was not swift, Helena. By her own declaration, her intent was torture. From someone else, she would have had it -- and she may have. I have no way of knowing if she Hunted anyone before me. I only know she Hunted no one after."

The air prickles with the smell of rain. Dimitri runs a hand through his hair, forcing it to settle with a faint buzz of static.

"I am going to speak with her. I will attempt to impress on her that if she wishes to prey on other passengers -- outside of any mutual arrangement -- there will be consequences. If she agrees to keep peace, and holds to that agreement, then we need have no further quarrel. If she doesn't ... as I said. Her actions will have consequences."

Dimitri cocks his head. Fabric shuffles as he folds his arms; his armored gloves click together. "There's no reason it must be me. Only chance, that I'm the one she turned her spear against. If I didn't know you -- if I hadn't stumbled into your memory -- if she hadn't happened to mention your name -- then I wouldn't have known her as a Hunter; I would only know that a passenger attacked me with the intent to wring as much pain and suffering from her victim as possible, and I would have already spread word that there was such a person on-board. As anyone reasonably would, after encountering such a stranger. If she attacked anyone before me, this may already be out of either of our hands."