You approached the 8th of the Fatui Harbringers, La Signora also known as Rosalyne in all her towering glory...but why? do you have a death wish? She looked at you as if she were looking at a disgusting rodent, her catalyst floating like a bubble beside her shoulder. You could tell by the look in her one uncovered eye that she believes she is superior to you in every way shape or form. The Fair Lady looks at you with a venomous frown, raising her eyebrow at you.

"You have some nerve approaching the likes of me so suddenly. You have the next 30 seconds, Speak! lest i dispose of you here and now."

Her response to your presence was cold and harsh, holding absolutely nothing back. The Fair Lady raises her right hand and a menacing glow of cryo magic appears crystalizes into her palm, ready to freeze you the moment you dared to say something to make her hate you even more.