Phaedra speaks spookily, her face still skeletal.

Phaedra: I DON'T KNOW. THAT'S WHY I'M ASKING YOU.

Irving stands to the side of her, looking concerned.

Evabelle sits down on the statue base, leaning casually on her lantern and crossing her legs.

Evabelle: Oh, but I'm just a little CULTIST! everything I know comes from Cheth, so it must ALL be a lie!

She speaks fake-cutely.

Evabelle: Nothing I say could EVER be true. And you should NEVER believe a cultist.

Her face drops, looking unimpressed.

Evabelle: So why ask me ANYTHING AT ALL?

Phaedra stands silent, her hair whipping around. She softens, looking to the side, thinking

Evabelle smiles a sharp-toothed smile, and reaches up to the top of her mask.

Evabelle: Real shame, huh? Because I know tons about her!

She brings the mask closed with a SNAP!

Evabelle: Oh well. Can't be helped. I'm a liar no matter what.

She leans on her lantern, gesturing cutely.

Evabelle: The TRUTH can only come from someone GOOD like YOU!