With Rezubian still slung over her shoulder. Delila stopped, and turned around. Strange, for a moment, Delila felt out of place, especially compared to the tiny Asian female.

From under her helm, Delila stared, a cold intense stare. She ignored the fact that she carried a living soul on her shoulder, just for a moment, and stared.
She felt [i]tall[/i]. As if though she was towering over those below her. This gave Delila a rough idea of how rough she was.