Carmine grimaced as she looked towards the large airship windows. She stepped cautiously towards the window and looked out at the view, taking in the sight of the City of Vale far below. She stepped back away from the window, her head swimming from the height, and gave a hiss of displeasure, a small jet of flame shooting out from between her teeth. Carmine was a tall girl, but stood with a perpetual slump, huddled under her long red coat, with sleeves that hung down past her hands, hiding the heavy red metal gauntlets that she wore on each wrist. "Why must humans insist on trying to become like birds?" She mumbled discontentedly. "If they were meant to fly they'd have been born with wings..." She glanced at a tall brown haired man standing by the window and shook her head in wonder. How could he be so comfortable standing on the edge of the abyss like that.

To take her mind off the fact that she was basically standing in a giant metal tube, hanging hundreds of feet in the air she closed her eyes and flicked a long forked tongue. Lightning fast, out and back in, and she tasted the dozens of new scents in the air around her. One taste stood out among the others, likely because she was standing so close to him. She opened her eyes and turned her gaze back to the man by the window and flicked out her tongue again, singling out that one specific scent. It was a taste of oil and burning air something she associated with machinery and electricity. Everyone had a unique taste and Carmine would now forever associate that particular taste with that man.