“Oh, you. One of the IPC’s lapdogs, right?” Hanabi rolls her eyes, putting a hand on her hip. “Charmed.” She says, sarcastically. She pauses, pursing her lips. “You seem kind of different.” Hanabi thinks for a moment, letting her hands drop to her sides as her expression softens slightly. “Are you friends with that Aventurine guy? All of the IPC’s people make me frustrated.” She raised an eyebrow slightly.