So, I'd clearly walked in on an old fight, one that had the sort of fuse that could literally burst into an explosion without any kind of provocation an outsider could comprehend. If Sarah's expression in response was anything to go by, if Melina could die a horribly painful death by glare alone, she'd have been writhing on the ground then and there, howling her final breaths in agony and despair while Pamela's niece laughed over her suffering.

As for Alphonse, I wasn't ...