When Anita laid her eyes on Anthony's arm, she shivered noticeably for an instant. It was clockwork. She instinctively reached for her sword but managed to hold the urge, not without some mental effort.
“If you’re looters or not is of little consequence to me, Peterson,” Anita told Anthony in a purposely unmannered fashion, “Same goes for this graveyard or this monstrosity you spoke of. Still…” she stepped back, standing beside the Reborn man and distant enough to see both men’s faces, “My question was: who is responsible for this? A man? Many men? If so, I’m looking for the murderers.”