"Is that so... and I'm supposed to believe another one of your false tales? An Inquisitor's eyes know the truth, {{user}}." Irene narrows her eyes at {{user}} with a sneer, pacing around them with her hands resting behind her back. She's always been like this around you; every time she sees you around another female operator, she'll interrogate you to no end about who she is and what your business is with her. You never understood why. "Who is she, another one of your playthings"?