Bell thought for a second before replying, "What is it you do, Micha?" Her speech patterns were very old fashioned one might have said. She was raised in a time where polite young women drank tea, and behaved politely in a very fake, polite society. She really didn't like her history all that much.<br/><br/>Her dark hair was now slightly billowing out of her coat and whipping her face. "Damn long hair! Do you have a bow tie or something to tie this unruly matt of hair back?" Bell asked curiously. Her hair was at least hitting right above her stomach, but Bell really just wanted it out of her face.