Kol was genuinely surprised at how much she seemed to not mind the company of this human.  She wasn’t afraid and she wasn’t exactly like the ones at the camp that she had met so far.  She was self sufficient and spoke her mind.  She wasn’t barking orders, nor was she simply following them.  It was rare to find someone like that, even before the war.<br/><br/>When they got back to the garden, she watched the girl as she explained what plants she needed to pick and the ones that needed to be left alone to continue to ripen.  She picked it up easily enough.  That could be explained by her own knowledge of plants beforehand, she didn’t feel the need to have to hide that fact.<br/><br/>Before long, the baskets were full of food to take back to the camp.  She thought that the girl would make them return to the camp with their supplies but instead, she grabbed a tomato and motioned for her to follow.  She didn’t hide the suspicious look as she slow began to follow the girl further into the woods.<br/><br/>The words that spilled from the girls mouth were not what she was expecting.  She didn’t have to manufacture a reaction to the mentioning of ‘that angel’.  Her jaw tensed and her eyes hardened.  She reminded herself that the reaction was simply her feeling the need to protect her quarry.  Nothing more.  What surprised her even more was what had followed.<br/><br/>Kol was simply staring at the girl as they stopped in the clearing.  She had gotten all kinds of reactions from the camp, but this human girl was impressed.  She seemed to relax, letting the anger and suspicion go in an audible sigh.<br/><br/>She stepped back from the girl as she unraveled the whip, not exactly sure where this was going.  She let the fear show in her eyes for a moment before she watched the girl peel the skin from the tomato in a single blow.  The fear was quickly replaced by amazement.  She hadn’t seen a human show such control in centuries.<br/><br/>She watches as Ollie hands her the whip.  She looked down at it, the material dark against her pale flesh.  She looked up and there was a stern determination in her face.  She had always been seen, upon first impression, as small and weak.  Sometimes, it worked to her advantage, but sometimes it was simply irritating.  This human didn’t see her that way.<br/><br/>She was quiet for a moment before her voice finally spilled from her lips.  “I was born with demons.”  She picked her words carefully.  This human had given her more respect than anyone else.  Even Rami saw her as something to protect.  She did not see the need to lie more than was necessary to her.  She would return the respect.  “My entire life has been about torture in one way or another.  I have always been small...most people do not give me a choice.  Yet, you are.”<br/><br/>She looked back down at the whip, then up again to Ollie.  “I choose to fight.  Show me.”  She waited for the girl to help explain and position her body so that she could attempt to throw the whip.