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"Rep."

Finding him had been a bit of a statistical improbability, considering Mimsy's refusal to actually ask lest she accidentally divulge her intentions too soon, but she eventually had. As she began unsubtly whispering to get his attention, the owlish eyes that stared at him were wide with an almost shy, childlike appearance, differing significantly from their more typical intensity. They were the eyes of someone who could hardly contain something, and was trying their best to behave by suppressing it.

"Rep. Greetings. There is a secret."

There was a secret, technically. Presumably his. To test this theory, she offered no further explanation or introduction, and quietly lifted the book she'd been carrying, allowing it to be easily visible to him. At a glance, it was bound in some sort of red material, with leafing around the edges that matched the heart of Destruction in its center. A noticeably newer addition to the cover was the patches of caked-on soil, which shook themselves loose as she held the tome up.

She looked very much like an animal who had retrieved a dead pet that had once been buried in the garden. In truth, this was at least partially accurate, as that was where she had just recovered it.

By now, Rep was certainly not a stranger to her, but Mimsy was regarding him a bit like one might expect from someone who was starstruck by a celebrity's presence. She watched as he examined the book, scrutinizing his actions for clues, before realizing that she was not entirely sure what sort of tell she would be looking for here. Their interactions were so scarcely face-to-face that noticing a disparity would be difficult.

Thankfully, there were more options, so she simply abandoned that one and moved on. This was very easy to do, once he adopted the same secretive nature that she first approached him with.

"I found it in a remote subterranean cave, alongside several others." Was that a test? She paused, wondering if she'd passed. "Is it...familiar? Do you recognize it?"

There had been a lot of 's**t' in that particular cave, and Mimsy presumed that there were many other Destruction-aligned artifacts out in the world elsewhere. Any recollections of his hoard slipped by her, obscured by the strength of this tunnel vision.

"Really?" Her tone seemed to imply less that she didn't believe him, and more that she was sincerely awed. This wasn't indisputable evidence, but it swayed her further into a validation for the theory she had approached this with. She seemed to gravitate towards him without taking any threateningly sudden steps, and looked at him with a sincerity indicative of her hope that they were still on terms that allowed for their mutual trust. Perhaps it was more fair, in such a circumstance, for her to ask outright.

So that was what she did.

"Are you Morgana?"