Bell listened but her brow quirked as Declan seemed to drone on without actually answering her question at all. In fact she felt his misdirect only irritated her - she could gather that he was of dragon lineage just by the smell of him - but he'd not really explained anything of the mark on his shoulder - which was what she was looking at. This irritation showed in her green eyes as they seemed to glow a little as her cheeks grew slightly red she was about to insist he answer like a normal person when suddenly her phone 'BINGED' in her hand.<br/><br/>She looked down to the block of technology and flicked it back to unlock while Declan continued to explain about how he knew Peter before he'd become the acursed man child she knew and loathed. She read the message rather quickly and smirked at Cheshire's response. He was being cheeky - she had a feeling he was probably tied up in extracurricular activities but still making time for her. She nodded a little to herself and relocked her phone.<br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dff4d"><br/>
"Well none the less - whoever he was before he's gone and I would be more than happy for him to be rid of this world completely and perhaps even locked up somewhere far far away." </span>She sighed and shook her head as she considered that fantasy for a moment knowing she herself could never lock him up. At this point Declan asked her told hold out her hand and she gave him a wary look before begrudgingly doing so. Last time she'd done this she'd been given a iron thimble - Pan had hoped to burn her hand. And perhaps her not being burned by iron like most fae - had been what damned her into the friendship he'd given to her.<br/><br/>He placed the rune stone in her palm and she eyed it curiously before nodding.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dff4d"> "Right then guess I'll just hold onto this then - see you in a little while"</span>She said before tucking the stone in her pocket and turning to head out the door. Sliding her leather jacket back on she was starting to wish she'd carried her helmet in - she didn't like her hair when it got wet! With a gentle dismissive sigh to herself she gave him a small  two fingered salute and headed for the door.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dff4d"> "Don't be late..."</span>She remarked meaning the meet up spot.