Tara's head was now completely tilted to the side. Her white hair fell to the side in long thick waves. Her smile was as wide as the Cheshire Cats. "I suppose so... But I also know that you read my charts. And a small part of you fears me." The last part of her sentence was whispered in his ear. Even with her in the glass cell, she could manipulate her voice to appear closer or farther away to a person.