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The infinite herbalist, only half connected to what everyone was saying, was scrolling through the Truth Bullets on her e-handbook. There must have been something in the evidence that could help. Something at all. Each piece was examined as the voices of Alice, Daimyon, Caora, even Shaun, Felix, Davis, Bliss, Max, Lucas, Krista and whoever else played behind her. She only caught bits and pieces.

[color=8EE5EE]"I believe I agree with Lucas' idea of the footprints disappearing after a scuffle. ...still, Mondatta's suit doesn't have a levitate feature, does it? Has anyone checked?"[/color] the herbalist thought out loud, half-chuckling hysterically to herself at the idea. Davis' hysteria was most definitely contagious. She had her head back in the game.

[color=8EE5EE]"Here are my feelings."[/color]

[color=8EE5EE]"Firstly, I agree with Mister Visser's theory of the missing object being an iron file. ...one way to create dust is to crush something with a mortar and pestle. Another is to slowly saw off tiny pieces. The tool here appears to have left behind a mark in dust. The surroundings are relatively clean. The dust around the tool's shape could be leftovers, but that isn't important."[/color]

She paused, her hands still flicking back and forth on the handbook. Whereas everyone else was focused on ideas, Marianne found it more in her interests to focus on the actual clues. 
[color=8EE5EE]"Is the handle really from the file? ...why is it detached? Is there a possibility another weapon was used, whose head we still have yet to find? Aah...the knife is sharp too. But it says here that it stays sharp after cutting vegetables and...meat! The knife was used...then washed? No, that can't be right. Was it slid into something, with the file? Mondatta's suit, maybe...?"[/color]

[color=8EE5EE]"It would be funny,"[/color] mused Marianne, [color=8EE5EE]"if Tekhartha Mondatta, the man himself, was killed outside of his suit, and then stashed back inside it to cast away suspicion. But of course, he couldn't enter and exit the suit at will. But there must have been a way..."[/color]

[i]A dent in the stalagmite, a dent in the stalagmite...Why? [/i]

[color=8EE5EE]"Whoever the killer was would have to have spent an extensive amount of time planning this. The supplies most likely came from the Mono Shoppe."[/color] the herbalist crossed her arms. Her hands went to her lipgloss tube. Then to her hair. She grabbed fistfuls and balled her fists, trying to think of something, anything helpful at all. Nothing. 
Just frustration.

[color=8EE5EE]"...[i]fils-de-pute[/i]."[/color] she swore under her breath. [color=8EE5EE]"That...son of a bitch, the killer...!"[/color]
Her teal eyes glinted and focused in the direction of...someone very specific.
[i]Bliss Buckly. Infinite Nanny.[/i]

[color=8EE5EE]"[i]You.[/i]"[/color] she purred, her eyes half-lidded and sultry, a malicious smile at her lips. [color=8EE5EE]"You're a pretty shitty nanny, if you don't mind me saying. Your job wasn't even that hard. All you had to do was stay with Mondatta and Krista."[/color]

[color=8EE5EE]"Why weren't you with them?"[/color] she was almost snarling now. [color=8EE5EE]"It's your fault that we have someone seriously injured, and even worse, someone [i]dead[/i]! How does [i]anyone[/i] even trust you with their children if you can't sufficiently care for two adults?!"[/color]

[color=8EE5EE]"[i]Putain![/i]"[/color] she swore, her fists pounding on the podium. [color=8EE5EE]"You're so incompetent...at least Mondatta was useful! I suspected you at first, but now even I doubt you were the murderer, because I'm sure if you had done it, mademoiselle, it would have been a job so half-assed, as you say, that we would have figured it out from just one look at the scene."[/color]

[color=8EE5EE]"Where were you?! You were supposed to be with them. Tell me, [i]mon dieu[/i]...tell me [i]right fucking now[/i]!"[/color] she demanded, slamming her fists onto the podium. The hairs on the back of her neck stood on edge.

Her voice was brought down low, dripping venom as she turned her nose in the opposite direction. She said it loud enough for it to reach Bliss' ears, and anyone between them, but not the other end of the circle.
[color=8EE5EE]"You're no use to us."[/color]
...

With a little gasp, she caught herself. The Infinite Herbalist gave the Infinite Nanny the most sugary-sweet smile she could manage. A cheery giggle punctuated her words: vicious and cutting in the most oxymoronic fashion. It was chilling to witness, to say the least.
[color=8EE5EE]"I wish [i]you[/i] had been killed instead, Bliss Buckly."[/color]