"Queen Mystic"?! What was she doing here?!
After a brief moment of shock, Lorne quickly recovered.
"Madam, who are you?" he asked tentatively, his voice tinged with fear and unease.
As "Scott," he should not have recognized her.
"This is a police station! You can't-" Lorne worked to control his facial muscles, making his expression look as genuinely frightened as possible.
But-
"Hmph-" Bernadette said nothing, merely giving an inscrutable little snort as she watched him with amusement in her blue eyes, which seemed capable of seeing through everything.
She had not expected Monkey Brando to be such a talented actor.
"Phew-"
A moment later, Lorne gave up. He slumped onto the cold, hard bunk in the detention cell and sat there silently, saying nothing more.
Since she had already seen through him, there was little point in continuing the act.
"Don't you have anything you want to ask me?" In the end, Bernadette could not resist breaking the silence first.
"You've already tracked me down. What else is there to say?" Lorne shrugged, adopting an indifferent attitude.
"But I am curious. How did you know I was here, and how did you find me?"
According to what she had told him before, there was something "special" about him. Ordinary divination and prophecy should not have been able to locate him. Otherwise, with those copies of Roselle's Erotic History in her possession, she could simply have performed a divination instead of needing to find him through Cattleya.
At his question, Bernadette's lips curved slightly, and she copied his gesture with a gentle shrug.
Take a guess.
Lorne understood the meaning in her eyes. He rested a hand against his chin and sank into thought.
"Was it-that letter?"
He meant the reply Cattleya had sent him. Bernadette had personally delivered that