Well at least no one seemed irritated or angry at her lapse in manners. That was good. What was even better was the fact that pilot,Trudy, seemed to welcome someone who actually could appreciate the work gone into the plane. Or, ‘The Traveler’ as she called it. “Oh, him?” Dirae glared at the dragon flying around. “It’s hard to tell if she’s a parasite or a pet at times. Never even got around to naming him.” As she walked over to the engine(missing Aur’s reaction to her presence), she explained her ability to recognize the engine. “I’ve heard that sound so many times in a month that I wouldn’t mistake it for anything else in the world, even if it looked like a rock in the engi-“ She stopped in midsentence yet again, this time out of surprise rather than embarrassment. “Is that a…” Trudy quickly confirmed her unspoken question, and Dirae very nearly squealed. She had never seen one before, much less worked on a plane with one. But, she maintained her dignity. “Oh, without a doubt. I’m willing to bet you could do far more than that one little trick.“ She was about to take the girl up on her offer when the Asura arrived. Dirae couldn’t help herself. Her attention was distracted, and it allowed the Light essence inside of her to burst forth. She was lucky to regain control when she did.

Thoughts of [i]Demon filth! Kill it! Kill it![/i] pounded in her skull. Her golden pupils flared more brightly, seeming to spread tendrils out into her black Sclera and grow larger. Her hand shot down to grab and begin pulling out her pistol when she finally regained control. [i]No! I am not going to shoot this woman, no matter how much you hate her![/i] She mentally snarled, beating back the Light essence into its cage. She would [i]not[/i] start off her job by trying to shoot one of her allies. Immediately her body language changed back from threatening to relaxed. Her eyes returned to their normal color. All in all, she went from threatening to innocent startlingly fast. “Sorry about that.” She muttered. “You surprised me.” Or at least, the demon surprised her Light essence. Her Light essence was a racist bitch anyways. Regardless, she smiled at the Asura. “I’m Dirae. Don’t worry about being good at anything else than a marksman. I’m just lucky to shoot straight myself. If you ever need something modified or repaired, come to me. It’s all Sirens are good for after all. Or all I’m good for at least.” 

She gestured towards the pilot after Trudy had introduced herself. “She was going to show me the rest of her plane, if you’d be interested?” Whether or not the Asura agreed, the showing took only a short time, during which Dirae decided she would never let this plane fall out of disrepair while her limbs still had life left in them. Her mechanical dragon decided to settle down on the Asura’s shoulder. Whether she wanted his presence there or not.