That gives her pause, which gives Battler a passing reprieve from her haranguing. She tips her head to one side, then the other, rolling the information like a marble on a tilt table.

"What are the red, blue, and gold truths?" She asks, with an abrupt shift towards quiet untroubled by her previous biting ire. She takes a step closer, close enough to intrude on the boundaries of personal space, and her hands open loosely.