The boy allowed a smile to creep onto his features. "Yes I am, the instrument contest. We choose what we want to play." His eyes seemed to light up in a psychological leer.Â<br/><br/>Surely, he wasn't so ignorant? "I'm the first ranking Esper in Tetrapolis and Isaba, carefree she may seem is the third ranking Esper of Tetrapolis." He allowed a note of warning to linger in the air, "And I don't like the way you address the best Esper Tetrapolis has to offer."<br/><br/>He turned to leave, waving a gloved hand, "Bye!"<br/><br/>******<br/><br/>Isana manipulated the nitrogen in the air, slapping instinctively at the firewire which burned her hair. She turned, wrapping layers of gaseous nitrogen around her body just like an exo-armor.Â<br/><br/>When the Teleporter turned to stare at her, she shrugged, "What? I don't know him so don't go round asking me questions."