The young woman blinked at the figure that seemed to be struggling with it's own corporeality. "I need the Headmistress. Now." She replied again and shuddered, her head spinning. It was hard to stand up straight and she bit her lip hard. "I need you to hurry please. Thank you." She took another breath, her leather trench coat wrapped tightly around her wiry frame. The pale thin woman's dark green eyes had shifted to dark gray. She waited with a menacing grimace, her head still spinning slightly. Scarlet could feel new energy nearby and her eyes flickered dark purple then back to grey. "I'm glad that you and your little friend are curious, but if you don't hurry, you'll have to be asking your questions to a corpse," she added. "Now, where is the Headmistress?"