Santiago sipped the cretan tequila, enjoying the memories that the taste brought back; she occasionally glanced at Miller, unable to resist to keep an eye on her. Now that theimmediate alarm caused by her presence seemed to have faded aay, she concentrated more on her figure; she smirked at the purple hair, considering them frivolous and a sign of bad taste. She shook her head and walked away, looking for other rooms of the estate to explore.