Efforts passable, mission ultimately failed. Queenie was not one who liked to acquaint herself with the concept of failure too closely. If she knew of the alligator's thoughts on her, she and Adelais probably would have agreed. As for Erin...

Farah left them with a task, and Queenie wondered if her presence for that was really necessary. She eyed the outstretched hand, momentarily curious, until Adelais reminded her of the blade she was holding. Oh.

Queenie handed it back, faint smears of her blood glinting on the tip of the blade. She glanced down at her fingertips that were now tinged red. They were starting to sting now, even when she rubbed them together gently.

The atmosphere of the safehouse seemed to shift again when Farah left. But that didn't matter too much to the girl. Queenie started to make her way to the exit, only saying goodbye to the mediwitch if they cared to say it first. Adelais wasn't sure how the rest of the witches were perceiving her, and if that would trouble them more down the line.

"Oh...!"

Queenie paused just before she could reach for the doorknob and turned to face Erin. Smile. Nicely. Even if she was simmering underneath, it lets their guard down.

"Hey, you'll totally forget about the whole Quynh Le thing, right? The name's Queenie."

Ah, yes. She had come across this before many times. A hospital clerk stuttering it out unconfidently. A teacher squinting at her name and butchering it so badly at such a young age, she ended up kicking some teasing kids in the shin and declaring her preferred name to be the only name she responded to.

Idiots. How hard was her name, really? It's just five letters.

She was taught that her name was sacred when she was young, and like her familiar, held it close to her heart with only blood family and the Leviathan to freely address her as such behind closed doors. Even exes weren't privy to the name. The only thing that she wouldn't kick up a fuss about was when dealing with legal matters.

So it's not wrong to suggest that Queenie had underlying intentions when she asked Erin to forget her name while still within this safehouse. It was a message for everyone here, no matter the age and rank.

Erin's dismissive tone did little to dissuade her worries, and her indignant question did little to care about the what if's. Adelais stirred within the confines of the mana realm, her fingertips tingling with the similar electrifying energy that just threatened to burst. But Adelais refused to move, finding this moment unwise.

Her hand reached out towards Erin's shoulder anyway, nails gripping tight into her, and would have dug into skin if it weren't for the fabric of her top. The smile dropped immediately to an expression, one so furious and bloodthirsty that it would make the enchantress realise that Queenie might not be... fully there.

"It really does."

She let go and pushed open the door to exit the safehouse.

A lazy grin, and a stretch of her arms above her head, Queenie felt much lighter now.

"Okay, let's go find Jayna!"

Unfortunately, or fortunately for Erin, Queenie was not aware of this game. And if she didn't know, then she couldn't play. Erin could dig all she liked, but all she'd find would be a boring university major, a mundane part-time job and typical party fashion. Hardly anything juicy from the girl.

She paused and glanced over her shoulder, a genuine curiosity in her gaze. "Huh? Two-faced? Me?"

A turn back, and a finger was to her chin in thought. Was she being two-faced, Adelais?

'Some would say, yes. You were.'

Oh. She didn't think she was being two-faced. That's funny.

But the moment's passed, and Erin was teasing her about the mission. Oh, true. She had no idea where Jayna was. So when the other girl went back inside to ask for direction, Queenie stayed outside. The sky here was clear.