Firefly Glen just the same as i was

there was no mistaking a gleam in cicero's gaze not even caiaphas could misplace. she honed in onto his features, her sharp countenance mirroring a hawk's as she studied him for any measurable reaction she could use against him. he  was not entirely unlike her in many ways -- that much she knew immediately. a smile supplanted her narrow feature as he asked of burke. "no. meldresi." she implied simply, awaiting his answer.