He hums distractedly as he takes this in, turning to look at the desk from this angle, including the fallen folders.

"A lightning rod, then," he murmurs. "She's a superstitious sort, isn't she? Likely to believe she'd have the greatest advantage in a place where she left her mark too deeply for it to be fully erased."

He taps the wall.

"True or not, it's what she aimed for. Where else might she consider hers? Aside from your house, even she's not that stupid."