[ Saber's positively mystified to see herself doubled, and the other woman's boldness certainly brings her to feel she might've been cloned. They even share the same taste in dress, but she'd never be caught dead in such a drab blue. Topping it all, she's for sure a Servant. Her aura says as much. My, but she's an uppity thing, thinking her better to be the copy! She'd almost be offended, but the mystery of it all keeps her from trouncing a would-be doppleganger. Best to judge this mystery and solve it calmly, as she did in days long past. ]

Your manners are absolutely atrocious. [ She says so with a smile and holds one hand on her hip. ] But! I'll commend your audacity. No one ever gets far by seeking answers like the quivering politicians in the Capital.

[ The leafy garb in her hand returns to its bag, leaving her free to sweep her arm outward. ]

I'm sure I would recognize a cousin who bears my face. Though...such a cousin would've died by mistake early on, I'm sure...

[ Gotta love them assassins. ]