Thinking about it, this so-called "Jack the Ripper" had been rather... [i]Inefficient.[/i]  The way their victims were killed, hollowed out of all organs and left as an empty husk, clearly would've taken far more time than was really necessary.  It wasn't clean or methodical, and with how slowly it would take it seemed like the killer was some kind of sadist.  That was-

Once again, Saturday's trail of thought was interrupted by her mistress's teasing.  Wh-what was that about... About her getting [i]squishy?[/i]  And Arinne using her as a... As a...

Reluctantly, Saturday put down her latest biscuit.  And as the investigation teams were listed off, she curtly nodded and spoke for the first time since entering the room, although her voice was so soft and quiet that it was barely audible.

"Assignment confirmed, Mistress Arinne."

...And just for a moment, just long enough so that he would notice, her eyes focused sharply on the uncoath young man who had called her mistress a child.  Even if it was in jest... For some reason, hearing him tease her like that made her feel something in her chest.  Something hot, prickly and uncomfortable, something... Unfamiliar, but most unpleasant.  Whatever it was, she'd have time to ruminate about it later.

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