Sheya stood straight up at the balcony, looking forward, seemingly paying little attention to the oncoming storm of people whom seek safety and shelter, her eyes shifted down. She was examining them, detached. As an inventor Sheya did this quite often, feeling out peoples weaknesses, feeding her inventive thought process. They gave her so many ideas these hopeless souls. It seemed shallow, but she could relate. However, the difference between her and them was that she chose this life, and rather enjoyed it. She adored the detachment of her chosen profession.<br/><br/>A weight seemed to have filled her nimble mind as pictures filled it. She mumbled to herself: âSafetyâ¦ and shelter.â<br/><br/>An easy task. Sheya had little trouble drawing up plans for new items, tools, weapons and the like. But it was getting the poor people to feel that they could trust her enough to buy.<br/><br/>Kohdeki broke her train of thought as he spoke causing her to look away from the crowd. She casually turned to face him, moving both of her fair toned hands behind her back. âIndeed it is.â She responded with a slight smile as she shifted her eyes back to the crowd for a brief moment. Sheya fiddled with her ring behind her back before responding to his second question. âIâm sure I have some work to do. Possibly some plans to draw up but, by all means enjoy yourself.â Her eyes traveled from one of them to the either as she smiled again, a somewhat forced but mostly sincere smile.