War swung one ankle up so it rested on her thigh, and leant forward. "Unusual murder, you say? Well, can't say I've seen anything unusual around here recently."

This was, she thought to herself, technically true. Nothing out of the ordinary for the Manor had been going on recently, after all.

"Why d'you think he's here then? Come to that," she said, with an edge of challenge in her voice, "what makes you think it's a man?"

She had a habit of resenting assumptions that women were too feeble to hurt people.