"If the Council sent you...." Emma's foot taps at the floor. "You've been here too long for this to have been your primary objective. Do they know the Scythe is here, or was this on your own initiative?"

She waits for a moment, not really expecting a response.

"You haven't got much time, you know," she adds. "Even a Slayer's healing factor won't hold off that poison for long."