Medrau's smile was cold, and her eyes empty. Messy dark hair framed her face like a hood... there was something familiar there.
But she was nothing like the cheerful, slightly mad girl who had plowed ahead to unravel the mystery of the temple.

"Fun, mostly... I wish I had more time to chat, really I do, but I don't actually want you to die just yet... Mistress might not like it, but I did warn her I was bad with secrets. Ah well..."

Swiftly she stepped past the fallen Refugee, turning in the doorway to face her.

Then she changed.