She shrugs. "Details."<br/><br/>She glares at him as he withdraws, clearly expecting a trap, but pulls the heart free. "I'm not too worried, to be honest. I know I survive, for at least the next decade," she says, before splitting into three; two illusions and a real one, though quality enough to be almost indistinguishable, and only for an instant, before all three teleport away.