"Yeah. Whoever runs this lovely vacation spot thought I needed a make-over. Gotta say, I don't like it." There's a wrinkle of her nose and a shake of her head. No, she's not impressed with this. She's lacking her own fire and part of her wonders if it went to her room-mates somehow. She wouldn't be surprised. This place and the people who run it seem entirely capable of anything. They also seem dumb and that's a bad combination.

"So...what are you?" She really can't place what he is at all. She just knows he smells of metal and smoke and heat. It's strange. She's used to the last two being a constant around her.

"Did you see Brigid, yet? She's made of fire."