[A6I5] SS: Search for English.

Man, how sweet would it be if you could use his own weapon against him when you get your reven... HEY! WHO GOES THERE!

Ah. Of course. It's the cute little dame who tended to you while you were bedridden. Her soup was so delicious. Whoa, what are these dumb horns doing on your head? Those don't belong there. You toss them on the ground and stomp on them nonchalantly.

She's shaking like a leaf! She must be terrified. You assure her there's nothing to be afraid of anymore. Everything's gonna be ok. The asshole in the white wig is dead.

> [A6I5] SS: Interrogate Ms. Paint.