Without moving her head or changing her expression, Sen gazed up at the tall individual- Julien Summerfield- who stood before them, listening and observing the interactions between him and Beau, before he turned to address her.<br/><br/>"Did you want to know what's behind that door?" he asked her with eager red eyes.<br/><br/>Sen's only immediately obvious reaction to this was to extend the index finger of her left hand and lightly but firmly apply it to the bridge of her sunglasses where they rested across her nose, pushing them a little more firmly into place as she took another look at Julien. He might have been on the panel at Beau's job interview but, from what Sen could tell, if he was part of that company, the job wasn't worth anything they were paying. It wasn't Julien's answers, his body language, his attitude or demeanour that convinced Sen of this, indicators as they were. Her convictions about Julien arose from what she could discern of his aura.<br/><br/>The aura that surrounded Julien wasn't like any auras Sen observed on a day-to-day basis, on passers by and fellow students. It roiled and seethed, like a storm of power kept tightly coiled and rigidly under control. More than that though, the colours were unnerving. Blacks and purples, with deep- almost at times murky- crimsons and paler, deathly greys. It was an extremely negative, oppressive aura, worse by far than the burning red eyes. Julien was an individual of unusual power, and unusually malevolent power if what Sen could read from his aura was correct. Worse, the look in the eyes combined with his bearing and unyielding control and command of his power his aura suggested, he not only possessed power, but a sharp, capable mind to go with it. A terrible combination in a dangerous and unfriendly individual. Sen got the distinct impression he saw more than the surface when it came to others too. He either knew she wasn't as blind as she seemed, or guessed so. Turning her head only slightly, to address Beau first, Sen sopke in her soft voice again, her face still outwardly impassive.<br/><br/>"He wasn't there before," Sen informed Beau, leaving him to draw his own conclusions about whether she meant she hadn't noticed him before or whether he really wasn't there before, Sen turned her attention, and her face fully to Julien as she spoke again.<br/><br/>"Do I want to know what's behind that door?" Sen asked, reiterating his question. She paused consideringly. "That's a very good question. On the one hand, things got worse when we moved further up the train- but, if we don't pass through that final door, we'll never know if we should have done or not. On the other hand, you're advising us not to. As much as I personally don't think it wise to trust you an inch, there's probably little good and much harm on the far side of that door".<br/><br/>Sen paused aghain, obsevring the rubix-cube already half-completed in his hand. Puzzles within puzzles.. Sen would have expected the man to complete the rubix cube at a single sitting. So why leave it half done? Perhaps there was as much to his carrying a rubix cube as there was to him? Dwelling on that a little, Sen drew another breath and continued.<br/><br/>"You present at least three questions for every one you answer Mr. Summerfield," Sen informed Julien, "and I'm afaid I like to do something of the same myself. So before I answer your question, I have one to ask you: Is what's behind the door any more dangerous than what's in this carriage? Because, to my way of thinking, you are the most dangerous individial we've met on this train so far".