it must all be in my mind [with collectionist]

The confines of her chambers were dimly lit by the computer screen that sat before her. With one hand curled around the stem of her wine glass the other was supporting her chin, her eyes were focused on the data displayed before her on the screen. Her expression was a mixture of both curiosity and intrigue as she read.

Bringing the glass the her lips she sipped the stigma as she took in the details. The information about the inspector was well crafted. Authentic. Over the rim of the glass Mina could see the recommendations as well as the history behind this man. Or half-man, to be more precise. Her attention was focused on finding even the tiniest of flaws in the transcript. In fact, the taste of the stigma hardly registered in her mind when she tried to pick apart his listed experience.

"It's hiding in here... I just know it."

So distracted, even, that the Queen did not notice that perhaps she was not as alone as she thought she was.