Wyrm watched the blue haired girl continue on her way, the bodies of the fools who had tried to pick on her lay sprawled out on the ground, frozen in death. A long laugh escaped his lips, puncuated by hissing. He had heard from one of his spies about the girl, and he found her very interesting. Unlike Murdoc, who was powerful but reckless, this girl kept her cool, and seemed to just want to be left to her own devices. He found her..appealing. He drove his car up beside her, and then stepped out, smiling at her. He was wearing his signature red velvet suit, and a pair of sunglasses to cover his eyes. But his skin and teeth were still more than enough to make it obvious that he was not normal in any capacity. "Well, my dear, I must say, that wasss well executed. No screaming, no unnecessary violence, and most of all, you were in complete control of yoursssself the whole time. Ssimply wonderful." He clapped softly, taking off his sunglasses to look at her more closely, his sharp toothed smile wide.