Her ears picked up on all the surrounding chatter, distant noises; tongue taking in the acrid taste to the air she'd come to loathe. It seemed so artificial, nothing like how the sea had been. The small party in which she was with -- the ringleader and the odd-man, as she<i>so affectionately </i>called them -- stood beside her. While Taylor went over the plan he'd been accumulating, Fiadh popped her hip and idly bit at her thumbnail. On her left hand, she twirled a silver ring around her middle finger; her most favored weapon. The siren was eager to put it to use, unfortunately not for the sake of killing though, no matter how much she wanted to hone her skills.<br/><br/>Eyes fluttering shut, she perked to listen to their ringleader, her other heightened senses giving her a good blueprint of the area and the child they were tasked to bring in. It was a shame that they had to bring it in alive, but the bonus ought to be worth it in the end. Regardless, she was twitching with anticipation at getting started. The click of her boots against the pavement only proved that. "My idea involves a lot of bloodshed--" she sighed, adjusting her stance to pop the other hip, "so I doubt you're willing to take my idea, yet again."<br/><br/>Fiadh's head inclined towards the voice of the odd-man, listening to the male recount his culinary treats he'd brought along. The treats he often concocted did little for her more carnivorous appetite, but she'd never admit aloud that she actually quite enjoyed them. So when Leonard mentioned the sweet, delicious, mouth watering words of<i>red velvet</i>, Fiadh clicked her tongue. "I can distract a few of them should need be, siren song and all that." Her lips pursed and the siren crossed her arms. "Not like you'd let me have fun otherwise..."