The drunk woman looked at the ruins on his arm, not really paying attention to the symbols in her inebriation. "Unusual for a human to be adept with fire." She mumbled, squinting at the ruins. Eventually she gave up on trying to decipher them. "Although, given your personality I guess it would make sense. I'm surprised you haven't been burned alive though."<br/><br/>Shula got up from the chair, feeling disoriented and more then a little dizzy. "It surprises me that you would let them use you as your puppet though. I mean sure, you've done nothing but pissed them off but your just flailing on strings..." She rubbed her eye, making her way towards the living room and not seeming to wait for a response form the man. Her mood seemed to have changed from carefree to heavy in an instant.<br/><br/>"I'm going to bed."