[i]Aadya - Idiot/Assassin/Chariot/Power Sweeper... name sparks slight familiarity.
Check with previous notebooks?[/i]

Sniff air, turn head. Quizzical frown, for effect. Finger on lip, pose. Keep this girl on toes. Not for sake of posturing. Leverage, leverage. Important to foster respect, but failing that will settle for awe. 

Eclair pulls a piece of clean paper from her side bag, and rests is on her tablet. In her personal ink (and with her personal quill), she writes a message to Lady Vessenmer. It contains an order for a shipment of dyes matching the full range she'd identified by herself in Timtam's message/warning/possible taunt (that is a personal identifier. Here she simply lists the colors and intensities). She marks a location outside of the city as a delivery point, leaves instructions for billing the Manor, and signs her name in swooping, florid script. She writes nothing more and nothing less than this, then folds the sheet into a paper crane and floats it across the room and through the door, where she notes the sound of it striking the good Lady on the side of the head.

"From your manner of dress, the state of your armor, and your basic understanding of posture, I can conclude that you lack the organizational authority to compel a goddess to an examination that would be equitable for my situation. From your expression I further conclude that you were aware of this, and that the true aim of your offer is to trap me in a net of bureaucracy, possibly in misguided retaliation against my earlier (earnest) praise. I could not say. I can only tell you that you are the second person in this same evening, in this same [i]room[/i], who swapped from aggression to sudden conciliation in service to impeding what should be a very simple investigative process.

"I have nothing to hide. I deny the very implication it could be otherwise. But as an innocent I similarly have nothing to gain from, from..."

Trail of thought lost in sudden sensory detail. Context of entire situation changes. Colors smearing in a skirt. The most dangerous thing in the world -- no. The [i]only[/i] dangerous thing in the world is the risk of not witnessing the source of that grind. Exit from the premises is now essential; no distractions or delays can be tolerated.

Seize Aadya by the wrist. Shift weight, pull. Use shift in momentum to break into run, drag her toward the door.

"NeverthelessForTheSakeOfGoodwillIAcceptLetUsBeOffComeOnStopStallingWeGoGoGoGoGo!!"

Must see it. Must. A Sister? A Heretic? A Hobbyist? Can't be left to interpretation. Cannot.