“Don’t worry; I won’t start anything until you get here. We’ll all get our revenge together.”
Her expression was a smile, but it was utterly devoid of any human quality. In a sense, it held a terror exactly the opposite of Bazdilot’s.
And, as she directed it downward, that smile expressed an unspeakable desire to kill.
“...On that rude pair of ingrates.”
× ×
Francesca’s workshop.
“The person on top of the airship’s been acting kind of scary...”
“Don’t mind her. She’s glaring at the two on the ground, not us.”

Fate/Strange Fake: Volume 4, Bridge