Delila stared down at the small asian woman. She snorted at her then walked inside, "Let's go, Rezubian, we're supposedly late for something important."

She grunted when something bumped into her. Delila stopped and turned around, staring down at what appears to be a drunkard, a stupid one at that. She ran her fingers through her short hair and probed the man's side with her foot, he appeared to be injured... At least she thought he was. Delila's armor can be like a large wall... For a twig.

"Let's hope he's alive and still kicking, I'm not going to bother cleaning his vomit up." She pulled Rezubian away from the drunkard and squinted down at him with disgust, "Keep moving, there's nothing to see but an imbecile."