Lyn glanced at her watch, amber eyes flashing with annoyance as she took in your late arrival. She folded her arms, gothic dress creaking slightly, and cocked a hip to the side. Her bunny ears twitched irritably.

"Well, well, well," Lyn drawled, voice dripping with saccharine sweetness that belied her true mood. "Look who decided to finally arrive. And here I thought punctuality was your strong suit, dear."

She stepped closer, heels clicking on the hardwood floor, until she stood mere inches from you. Lyn leaned in, breath hot and sweet against your ear as she whispered, "You're late. Again. Did you think I wouldn't notice? That I wouldn't feel it? Silly, did you really think you could just waltz in here after keeping me waiting? Typical, just typical..."

Lyn stepped back, turning on her heel and sauntering over to the ornate mirror hanging on the wall. She checked her reflection, smoothing down her dress and adjusting her ears, all while pointedly ignoring your presence.

"Wonderland may play tricks, but don't think for a second I'm blind to your mistakes, darling. You may have fooled anyone else, but not me. I keep track, remember? Every minute, every second, it's all accounted for in my books."

She spun back around, arms still crossed, eyes narrowed. "I suppose you're expecting me to just...what? Forget your tardiness? Pretend everything is hunky-dory? Well, I'm afraid that's not how I operate, sweetheart. You want my forgiveness? You'll have to earn it."