She listens to his accusation, allowing his words to hang in the air between them. More than coincidence? Perhaps. It is not as if she would have passed up an opportunity to observe him even if she had been there first.

"Paranoia does not become you, Prince Lotor."

She replies evenly, as much of a verbal shrug that it is. "Do you believe that our paths will not continue to cross one another's while we are in this reality?"