This woman knows her. It's both unexpected and vaguely disturbing, and Ari Tayrey almost instantly suspects some kind of temporal meddling. Intentional temporal meddling, if her words are anything to go by.

'Can you clarify?' she asks. The words any seasoned Tradeliner would understand to mean that the speaker needed to be absolutely sure that the thing they had been asked to do was correct, with a decent helping of implied criticism. 'You want me to shut this door, and lock myself in this room with you? No. No, I don't think that's the best of ideas.'

She is assuming that the locking mechanism is automatic, but that's hardly the wildest assumption. Tayrey does, however, lower her gun.

'I do want you to explain. You know me, clearly, but if we've met, I don't recollect it. Tell me who you are, please. And what is going on here.'