Dea sighs quietly to herself as she waits for Berserker outside the small cafe at the train station. She quietly thinks to herself about where she feels drawn to, "Why Spain?" She listens to the people running around her, to their unworried breaths and chatter. I can understand a bit of what they are all saying, but it is all pointless and nothing to do with me or the Grail War. None of these people understand anything about what is really going on, nothing.<br/><br/>She sighs again, hoping that Berserker will hurry up. She can feel the pitiful stares she's getting for being alone and blind. It really kind of pisses her off, but her and Berserker agreed, this is how they should act. Use it to their advantage. She really should listen to him....<br/><br/>Dea glares at nothing when she feels someone stop next to her. "Do you need any help?" she hears the guy ask. She smiles and shakes her head, turning her sightless eyes to the man, "No I'm waiting on someone."