Carmen was leaving, and if there's time to grill him for more information in private it had to be now. Mirielle finished what little left of her soup in two big gulp, muttering a small prayer of thanks before getting up much quieter this time. The witch's pointed words weren't lost on her, though she never regretted preparing to outright leap over the table to stab her with a butter knife should the retribution be disproportionate. And it would take more than some unverified statements to shake her conviction. 

[b][color=#778da9]"Do not presume to lecture me, witch. I know well the Order is not perfect. But for all its fault, the world will be a darker place without it."[/color][/b] Was this the angle? Try to make her doubt her trust? If so, the witch had chosen the wrong target to needle. [b][color=#778da9]"Have a good evening, and stay out of trouble."[/color][/b]

With that, Mirielle briskly strode after her once junior.