Jacques did cast quite the shadow, didn't he? Such a terrible thing, so hard to escape that man's ambitions and his name. But that was neither here nor there. The sparkling glass filtered back down as her semblance dissipated and she stood there within her own headspace, staring at this woman trying to lecture her. She had the audacity to roll her eye at Winter, turning her gaze at the woman before trying to elbow the imp in the ribs.

"Hehehe, what do you know about the prices she's willing to pay, lady?" the imp said. Admittedly, for all that she looked healthy and intact, she wasn't nearly as strong here as she was outside. The Imp was taking a toll, even if she was playing along with it. But it might take a firmer hand than just words with this one.