"Okay, Erica -- I want you back down in the lobby, see if the others are here yet. Profuse apologies, we've hit an unexpected delay, and I'll be down myself to see them shortly."

As Erica moves to the door, Emma leans down to bring her face near the prisoner's. Her smile is edged and barbed, barely concealing rage.

"If you'd broken up the spell and escaped with the Scythe, it might have been worth breaking your cover. As it is?" She leans in closer and drops her voice to a confidential whisper: "I think maybe you screwed up."