Ariadne pooled in her anger a bit longer while Ann looked to be contemplating something. This left Ariadne to stew upon thoughts of stomping in the head of some arrogant little girl for a little while longer. Her fists clenched tightly, Ariadne glowered towards the little black-haired girl as she finished her babbling with an offer to join her...

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It was kind of an odd situation. Worry was creeping into Ann's head as she began to get the impression that she, alone, was the only voice for "their side" of the conflict, the Reformists as they often referred themselves as. Ann and Ariadne had only been there a week, and while it was a good experience, Ann didn't believe picking sides was right. What were they even fighting over? Why kill a bunch of people? It seemed senseless to Ann but she was sure it was well beyond her right now. When the little girl asked, or rather demanded, that Ariadne join her "Underground Team", it threw just more stuff into Ann's mind. She didn't [i]want[/i] to pick sides! It was nice to enjoy the comforts of what the Reformists gave her and Ariadne, but there was the thought of it requiring Ann and Ariadne to fight... people. She didn't want that. Especially since her feelings of guilt had subsided from those who had perished from some blood acidity splash.

Ann took a deep breath. She just needed to get the both of them out here and even though the little girl was a very poor intimidator, Ann had a feeling looks could be deceptive. Just look at her sister. "Um..." Ann piped into the mortal plane with a distorted whisper, right into the little girl's ear. "I don't want to join your Underground Team... Could you just go, please?" Ann asked politely so that Camille could hear. Her face was barely visible if Camille tried to find the source of the disembodied voice. Ann looked apprehensive, perhaps even scared but she wasn't the one to worry about really.