Hana grinned at the werewolf's approach.<br/>"Bold of you to ask me that when you can't even look me in the face," she teased. These people seemed friendly enough. She might have to return after she had trounced whoever the elf chose to duel her. Oh if only Cameron had been here now... He would have loved this. Though... He might have had some words to say about her being such a flirty whore. "Fight with honour!" He always used to say, whether they were duelling with sticks in the woods or weapons in the VR sports halls. Cameron was so inspiring, he made her want to be a better version of herself every day. That was until he was stabbed when he wouldn't give up his wallet, and bled out alone in a cold back alley. Hana's eyes narrowed. His honour got him killed. Was it worth it...?<br/><br/>Her heart said yes, but her mind found it difficult to reconcile. She had loved Cameron dearly, and his naivety ended him before they had the life they were supposed to have together. Maybe it wasn't his fault. But Hana understood now where this flirtatious behaviour was coming from. She wanted an escape. It couldn't last forever... But perhaps it could last a while longer.<br/><br/>The dragon rolled her eyes at the druid's antics before standing. She leaned against the solid body of the werewolf as she spoke, wrapping her tail around him.<br/>"What do you mean when you say you're the other operator?" Hana asked the impish girl. "Did the creator mess with your avatar just now? Or perhaps you're a mod?"