Kijani winced as Warden started tearing pages from a book. "Easy there, Warden. Some of these books can be antiques. Very valuable antiques." She picked up several of the sheets of paper, but could tell immediately by the feel that they were synthetic paper. That meant they were basically worthless. It was true paper that was worth something- she had several genuine artifact books from centuries ago and light years away, all neatly stored in a specialized cabinet in one of her hideouts. The galactic police had raided one of her places, but they hadn't gotten her favorite. She had well furnished hidey holes all over the place, and she'd never expected to get anywhere near her own execution. "Nevermind. These are cheap imitations." She smiled, and tore a page in half herself. "Destroy away, little one."

She watched someone walk out with the young woman's suddenly dear body. "Hm... good to be rid of dead weight." She joined Marcus, examining him with a look of interest. "You must forgive me. I haven't had access to my dossiers in some time- do tell me what you do."