Beatrix had caught a glimpse of Light as she returned to the Sun Room from her wonderful visit with Elle. What was that bitch's game? Seeing Light head into the library, the Bride pushed thoughts of that traitorous bitch who tried to claim she'd never attempted to kill her and made her way to the library as well.

Her eyes narrowed at the intense feeling of anger in the room, her attention drawn to the young man she'd seen in the visitor room with her and a girl. She could understand the anger, but she didn't care one bit about it. Other people's pain wasn't her problem at the moment.

Finding Light, Beatrix stopped next to him, her journal in hand, and addressed the man. Her voice was much more neutral than in either of their previous conversations and she wasn't bothering to put up the more cheerful facade she generally did. She didn't seem to care enough to.

"Hello, Light. May I borrow some of your time to discuss the alchemy within this place?"