War sensed, rather than saw, the answering challenge in the girl, so at odds with the jobs she was asking for. Her eyes flashed fiery red and she looked her up and down.... not an average girl, certainly, but no immediate challenge, either.

Her voice was smooth, a steel blade through the air as she replied, "I can't offer you a job here. Sister Mary was in charge when I arrived... but now Adam's back, you'd need to speak to him."

She watched her carefully for a response, any sign of why she was really here. No one at the Manor came just for a job.