The warmth of the room was starting to get to Dalia, forcing her black tank top and camo pants to cling to her lithle body. At least her long tresses of pink hair were pulled up into a ponytail. Her mouth smiled under sleepless grey eyes.<br/>"If you guys think you can handle it," she tempted, "I have the master key to the training area. It is resistant to your demon magics, so you won't be able to burn it down," she finished by looking pointedly at the new one. After tossing her ponytail over her shoulder, she said with a faint melody in her voice, "perfect to get out frustration with other inmates. Who's up for it?"