A soft sigh purred from Arisa's lips, as she clasped her hands behind back...Lissome legs crossing with a supple<em>scrape</em>of thigh-high stockings. "I don't know..." she murmured, almost to herself - Her eyes half-lidded, her blonde hair caressing her cheeks. "-It may have been just the<em>right</em>time..."<br/><br/>On that mysterious note, she shifted her stance...Listening intently, her lips curving in a thoughtful pout. Surely, there were problems...<br/><br/>"-I see," she mused aloud...Her expression oh-so-thoughtful, now. She couldn't ask directly about the<em>incident</em>..But she was fairly certain she could find the evidence elsewhere. Then...<br/><br/>"If you can't tell the Mistress about the records..." Arisa began - "Then - Do you have any idea what Master Fritz might attempt to do?" She laid a finger against her cheek - "After all...That's what she really wants to know. If there's any way they can reconcile...Surely it's our role to lend what help we can~?"