[At the sound of the door slamming shut with such force, Fuu whips around and checks the door. A trap? Or is Miss Osculia captive as well?
Her smile now faint, she turns back and stands before the woman's desk. She has a dozen questions for her right off, but first she thinks to give her a chance to speak for herself.]

We are your captive audience. What would you like to talk about, Miss Osculia?