Aerilyn looked to Cora and when she heard the girl's questions, she nearly froze up. This girl expected her to be completely proficient with her powers and her physical abilities. In a way, she gaped for a moment before regaining her composure, [b]"Of course."[/b] She lied, but her voice was back to being stoic, so very, very few people could actually tell that this was a blatant lie. She was glad for the hood on her cloak to cover up the burning sensation at the back of her neck. [b]"I'm proficient with martial arts and body blocking bullets."[/b] Her right hand throbbed as it seized up a little bit at the memory, but there was no emotion on her face to give away her pain. [b]"So if there's any guns... I'm ready to take them."[/b] She'd been trained to die was what she was trying to get at. [b]"And summoning up a gale storm should be easy enough."[/b] [i]Not really, but... if I lose control, that means that there will be more of a distraction towards me rather than the rest of the group...[/i]

Then the girl swooped for the cigar and left, probably to ask Shida for a light. Inwardly, she groaned. She understood the desire for a fix, for she had smoked often enough whenever she ran across an abandoned cigarette box after a dinner party or gala. They never missed one or two cigarettes, anyways. She took a deep breath, imagining the burning sensation in the back of her throat and deep within her lungs, even the high that she'd get from the nicotine, but she had to put that behind her. Smoking was the last thing on her mind.

Just then she decided that it would be best to return and stick with Cora, who was the only one that she felt like she could stick close to without her getting upset with her silent presence. She stood next to the girl while she smoked, making sure that she was upwind of the affair, and glared down at Shida and Will. Somehow, she'd heard her name on the breeze, and she knew that they were talking about her. [i]They're probably devising a plan to get back at me later. And probably hating on me. Oh, well. It's not like I think Shida's eyes are pretty or anything when they're angry--! WAIT, WHAT?![/i] She blushed crimson and she quickly pulled her hood up to cover her face, pretending as if she simply wanted to blend in with the shadows. 

Gazing up at the stars, a small smile graced her lips. They were the only things anymore that made her feel peaceful and truly happy without trying. [i]Don't worry, kiddo, I'll make sure that your sniper gets what he deserves.[/i] She thought this for Kane, the young five-year-old that had been her charge before he'd been sniped from four blocks away, or so the police had assumed. The boy had been so lively, so... utterly ignorant to all that was wrong with the world. She had admired his ability to find beauty in everything, even the junk that was abandoned on the streets. He had been the last one who had made her laugh, because of all his funny little stories about trolls and junk goblins. The kid had treated her like a human being, unlike his parents, but then again... he hadn't known that there was a difference between a servant and a superior. [i]I hope that one day, no one will have to learn that lesson.[/i] A tear rolled down her cheek despite herself, and she quick wiped it away, becoming porcelain once again. [i]I'll meet you again one day, Kane, and then I'll be able to tell you so many stories that you'll never grow bored ever again.[/i]