Korina cocked a brow at Kiki's line of questioning.<i>Does everyone really think I'm this kinda person? </i>she thought. Her puzzlement didn't last long, as it quickly made way for realization. She recalled the old adage about a few bad apples. She was not surrounded by just a few; she was swimming in them.<br/><br/>Korina was aware of Kiki's reputation as the school's practical joker; her pranks ranging from a mere nuisance to actual harm. While she did not always agree with what the girl found humorous, at least she did not discriminate in her trickery, imposing her will on any she saw fit -- nerd or noble. For that, she had Korina's respect.<br/><br/>As she pondered what Kiki thought she planned on doing, Korina saw an opportunity to play her supposed bad girl image to her advantage. Her being chummy with Dark rose so many suspicions, because that scheme had been played out many times before. The hunters among them would lull their victims into a false sense of security, and watch gleefully as they climbed up the ranks of society. The prey would even become untouchable, but only for a while; just long enough for the predator to strike, and send them toppling from their lofty heights. That must have been what Artorias saw; a bald eagle carrying her friend, the unsuspecting prey, up into the clouds before dropping her to her death thousands of feet below. He had every right to be afraid.<br/><br/>Korina smirked at the short blonde. "Ah, you catch on quick, don't you?" she said to her. "I just might have something a little spicy planned, but I don't think I need the help just yet. If I ever do, I'll give you a call."<br/><br/>Kori did not have the girl's number, or have any intention of finding it, so chances were probably not.