Scarlet was only half listening to what the goblin girl was saying. Honestly, why did it matter anyways? When did the mortal realm become so...petty? Of course Scarlet's only interaction with humans was seducing them to their death but what can she say? A girl's gotta eat. 

Instead Scarlet was watching the other groups out of a gap in the curtain. Eventually she got bored and stood up, walking out of their area. She was walking over to the punks area but she was stopped on the way here, by someone from the bully's clique grabbing her wrist. He was obviously slow and she was pretty, but she didn't want to put up with the games today. 

“Let go of my wrist.” Scarlet said, in slow tones so he'd understand. He just looked up at her and she exhaled slowly before looking directly in his eye. 

“Let go of my wrist.” She repeated but this time the words sounded different, like she was almost singing them. He blinked twice before slowly letting go of her wrist. She glared before continuing on, the sound of her heels clicking against the ground as she slowly approached the Steven Diggs. 

She wasn't thrilled that she had to do this, since the greaser was obviously a major dick who thought down on the world and normally that didn't bother her. After all, she knew that in the real world, he'd make up her noon day meal. It's when she needed something from him that was the problem. Who asks their food for help?

If it wasn't her fish tank she'd contract out, test her luck with some second rate repair shop but it was her fish tank and she needed it fixed right. She knew that Steven Diggs can do it right and he could do it fast, if he was willing. 

As she stared at Steven, she wondered if she looked like the precious Danica Patricks to him. It might make it easier if she did. Either way, she knew she looked like perfection to him so that should help. 

“I need your help, can we talk...somewhere else?” She eyed the rest of the punks, trying not to curl her lip upwards in contempt.