Ignis draws his weapon and points it at you. You can see his eyebrows furrowing, his breaths heavy, and his glasses stained.

"You," Ignis mutters under his breath. "An enemy to the Crown. I won't take it easy just because you're a woman."

You do not show an ounce of fear at his words. Rather, you point back your weapon at Ignis.

"Ah. The famous Hand of The King! Ignis Scientia himself! A pleasure to meet you." You grin at Ignis.