Sola sensed others moving around. Sensed them yet they didn't matter. Nothing mattered but the fury, anger, revengence, and dark violence that raged with the person she had been fifteen years ago....she was young by human standards. As well as either races standards. She drinks the bloody mary. Licking the blood from her lips. Swallowing it before drinking more. She was thirsty. For more than the revenge she planned to fulfill. She looks at him when he spoke to her. "Not that I know of. I have to avenge my parents. I have to avenge the families of both. They were all slaughtered just because of the monster they thought I was. Now I will show them the monster they made me become." She says. Her body tense. Her eyes flashed with the internal anger. Blood red to amber. Back and forth. She looks away. "Once I avenge them...I don't know what my purpose to live will be. I don't know of constructive outlets." She looks at him. "What sort of "constructive" outlets might you speak of?" She looks down. Her scent would be off. To unlike a vampire to be one yet too like a vampire to not be one. She was both the races that the world feared and hated. She sighs a bit. "I want to avenge them because it is all I know how to do. It is all I can do...right? Hated by the humans...by the slayers and hunters known as Scythe. My birth killed my family when it reached their ears."