Argent was playful by nature. She was sheltered, in the way someone who manifested into existence periodically with little memory of life before and little chance to gain practical experience ended up being. She was also innocent in the sense that she was born of a pure heart and soul that died too soon and goodness was more or less the nature of her existance. It ended up showing in a childishness and wide eyed view of the world. What few took the time to realize was that beneath the girlish smile and questioning tilt of her head was a mind that had not the sharpness of fresh experience but layers and layers of only half forgotten knowledge and wisdom.<br/><br/>For all her girlish act Argent was far from stupid, but wasn't above playing into expectations for her own amusement. She was bored of chase anyway and she wasn't really afraid of death. It was more of an inconvience to her than anything. She risked a glance up at the being she could not remember but knew in her core was something different that did not belong. A joke about the thing up their not being very bright (pun intended entirely) if she couldn't tell the difference between a soul and an animal was on the tip of her tongue but if she lingered here too long someone looking for her might notice the bright smudge and that was controlling her fate in a round about way. That wouldn't do.<br/><br/>She sighed and said, with airs. "Soul's are not animals bright one. They're arachnids." And walked off to look for something more amusing. If she couldn't amuse herself with a new playmate she could at least say something weird and hope it confused the person. It was harmless fun, after all.