"Not particularly," she said distractedly, thinking of their reported descent from angels. Any enemy of her friends was an enemy of hers. She wondered with mild irritation how much longer Millicent was going to keep interrupting her studies with inane questions. She glanced over at her. Millicent was chewing at her nails like she usually only did when she was very nervous, or extremely bored and distracted. She had a feeling it was the former reason, rather than the latter, despite the girl’s carefully calm demeanour.