<div style="text-align: center;">Ebio watched all from her dark corner, an old, perhaps paranoid habit, to keep her back  open to no one. Her eyes raked over the humans and then, as they'd constantly flickered to since entering the room, the entries and exits. Said entryways and exits being two doors, one leading straight outside, into the darkening day, and the other leading further into the building. Out of this basement, and into the room full of demon-allied humans. She despised them. Their artificial powers did nothing. Humans were humans. <br/>The humans up there were only slightly different from the ones down here, tormented by Durjaya's illusions.  <br/>She despised her own ability. It was like living in a borrowed body, one that made most of its decisions for you. Perhaps that was it, she had no <span style="font-weight: bold">control</span> over where her ability led her. <br/>She drew up a handful of gravel from her  satchel and crunched noisily on the rocks, her teeth long since hardened enough to crush them to grit.<br/>This was her main reasons for feeling uncomfortable with her ability, which had, until a couple years ago, been very subtle in the altercations. Now, such as with her teeth, how she'd craved calcium and minerals with a vengeance, how her teeth had rotted, no longer nourished by <span style="font-style: italic">her own body</span> to be replaced with these unyielding, all too white, somewhat jagged ones...She shuddered. The adaptations were swift, violent, and final. She could only hope the new craving for rocks wouldn't lead to something too unpleasant.<br/>Despite her misgivings, she was very good at what she did. <br/><br/>There was a reason she was a solitary demon. The others were lucky to have her out here, so far from her native grounds at all. Whether she liked it or not, it was true that there was strength in numbers, as well as its fair share of weaknesses...She grimaced and shoveled more gravel into her mouth. She hadn't always been so...dreary. Every once in a while she felt that spark of curiosity, that moment of elation that stemmed from being in a social situation, surrounded by allies, if not friends. That feeling of <span style="font-weight: bold">safety</span> and community. This was not the case, as of now. She'd been watching the illusionist for a bit, and was growing bored with the torment.<br/><br/>She stood, movements smooth and powerful under years of training and conflict. She didn't feel at ease unless she was in the midst of conflict, and she was feeling the itch to patrol the perimeter. <br/>Perhaps her paranoid tendencies would reap some results this time.<br/>Ebio climbed from the room of prisoners to the room of brainwashed allies, sharp eyes scanning for threats.<br/>Her voice was rough, slightly hoarse, and level, "Status?" <br/>After another quick survey she moved to the door leading outside, "I'm checking for active  threats, if no one requires my aid."</div>