In the centre of a vast space.
"You think we're safe with them?"
The skinny girl asked, standing so closely to the Professor. Her eyes keen on the queen and her lady addressing few of the other women who had just come to join, to celebrate the death of the wild cat, which was lying lifelessly in the middle of the lot.
The Professor shot the girl a glimpse and looked away almost immediately,
"It's not the question of what I think."
The girl shot him a glare at that. Though he could feel the heat on the side of his face but he fancied feigning not to see it. But that didn't prevent the girl from attacking,
"Are you telling me that if they want to have us dead that you wouldn't do a thing, since what you think doesn't matter?"
The Professor looked at her, his expression smothered. He nodded his head gently and muttered,
"I fear so."