The Inspector pours herself a decent measure. She doesn’t have to swallow any of it. It’s a prop, just as it is for Lönnrot. She holds it up, inhales. Lönnrot looks happy again, that approving quirk that never gets past the cheeks. "As to my mode—you understand what I mean by the expression? Yes, I thought so. Very well: you are concerned that I am your nemesis in this matter. In fact, I am not a villain. I believe that in the end, you and I will find ourselves on the same side."