"But I'll have you to save me, so why worry?" Demetri said to Larséne, indicating he felt no need to change, as he puled out a little baggy and a pair of forceps from his coat pocket and picked a small shard of what looked like obsidian, except for the slight red sheen, out of the train's seat cushion.
Minerva, still tensely curled in the corner. She attempted to smile, out of fear of Larséne, but it was very shaky and looked far from a happy smile. Larséne looked as if to continue forcing a smile, but Demetri cut her off,
"Don't traumatize the girl further, Larséne. Besides, shouldn't you be saving your energy our meeting with the constable tomorrow?" He diverted, all the while inspecting the remnant. He didn't expect to find anything from just a naked-eye inspection. Any alchemist able to cast such a high-level triggered kill spell would cover up their tracks well, and if this guy was some supernatural being's servant, there would be no distinctions at all. He tossed the shard, still in the bag to Larséne.
"Well, Larséne, what do you make of this?"