"Was that your daughter? I'm afraid I have so many criminals try to break in that I tend to forget the details."

"Yes. Can we come in? I believe Kaede would like to apologise." She manages to sound just as cold and disappointed as a mother would normally be about this.

"If you insist."

She looks curiously at Stiles and Kaede, but leads them inside.

Her security detail makes sure to be very visible when they pass them in the halls. 

Yup, that is very good security, she's getting even more impressed by Kaede.

She leads them to a spacious living room, with an ornate fireplace, a wall lined with bookshelves, and comfortable seating.

"I do hope this will suffice. I take it your...child...would like to apologize?"

She looks to Kaede. 

She looks at him.

He manages to look appropriately apologetic. And sound it, too.

"I'm—very sorry about that. I didn't know about the history of people trying to break in here and it wasn't really related to—that. It was—a childish prank, I wanted to see if I could get in and out undetected, I wasn't going to take anything, but it was kinda—just a very silly thing to do."

"We're agreed that it was silly and immature, but I suppose there was no harm done. You didn't take anything valuable, after all. I don't see any reason to press the issue."

"I bet you wouldn't."

She ignores him.

"Is that all?"

"Yes, I believe so, if you don't feel like any reparations are necessary—"

"What about you, Ms. Argent? What about what you've done? Do you even know his name? Igancio Loca, the kid whose life you ended. How does that feel?" 

Her eye twitches, but her face betrays no emotion.

A guard leaves his post by the wall, approaching Stiles. 

Victoria raises a hand, and he stops. 

"What exactly are you accusing me of, young man?"

"Murder."

"I think I'd like you to leave," she says icily. 

"—Stiles, why don't we stop bothering Mrs. Kreutzfeld?"

"Sure. Can I use the bathroom before I go?"

"Anything to get you out of my house, yes."

Kaede follows.

Yeong stays behind. "I'm sorry, I didn't know he'd go on about that, he insisted to come with us, I should've guessed. His—friend died in very... strange circumstances."

"I understand. Grief can do strange things to the mind." 

"It can," she agrees. "But what's strangest is that he somehow arrived in the room we were in without having come from the room outside."

And in the meantime, Kaede accompanies Stiles "to the bathroom."

"Did he? I suppose if he had the right tools..."

Stiles tries to look for the bathroom. 

The guards are posted at every major intersection of hallways.