If the Handler is in any way intimidated by Allison's sudden prowl forward, she doesn't look it. She keeps the photograph extended, a straw-man of a peace offering held delicately between them.

"If I told you where she is, that would defeat the purpose, wouldn't it?"

No sense in forfeiting the bait when she hasn't yet caged the lion, after all. But the protective look in her eye, matched with the danger and power? That is what she'd been hoping to see. After all, Allison Hargreeves has been an ebb and flow of confidence, the control over her ability always clouded by morals, by fear. But not now.

"And you can try to convince me to tell you, but you'll have no luck. Unfortunately, I don't know where she is, either. I would hate to underestimate your abilities, my dear." She sighs and takes a step closer to Allison. "But I assure you she is safe and protected from any possible harm that could befall her darling little head. She has the best nanny the Commission could find. So, are you still interested in ripping my face off, or shall we sit down and talk like very angry, very determined women who know exactly what they want?"

She smiles and tilts her head to one side, something dark behind her eyes. "We have all the time in the world."