[ Always with the non-answers. It should grate one's nerves, and maybe to some it does, but Bambi lets it bounce off of her. Even the little knowing jab seems to ricochet. She knows well to handle anger and bitterness. Knows well to push them aside for the benefit of patience. Always the long term player. Her eyes meet Cathaway's, the odd reflection on them uncomfortable to look at, an eerie gleam to them that should bother her - but she forces herself not to be.

Then, she smiles - pleasant and innocent and gentle, harmless thing. Looks like a doll, a piece of furniture. A habit and a mask that has served her well for years. The mask of a servant. The way of the Two of Diamonds. ]

I cannot say I have been ever much of a fighter. I would rather continue to think things through than to dive headfirst into a field that is not-- comfortable to me.