<span style="font-style: italic">"Scarlet, you said your name was?"</span><br/>The demon in question turned to face the newcomer. Her eyes narrowed slightly: this was the other darkness she had sensed before. Why he was addressing her as "friend" she wasn't sure. Scarlet didn't do "friends." Moreover, how did he know her name? He hadn't been there when she'd mentioned it to the swordsman, so unless he had ludicrously good hearing, he knew her from her past... Which would be a really good thing to remember right about now. Scarlet cursed her amnesia once more.<br/><br/>She was momentarily distracted by the Dayman's antics. Boy, did she wish she could have that one back.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">What has been seen... Can never be unseen. Dear Gods, what did I do to deserve this?</span><br/><br/>She turned her attention back to Bartholemew as he addressed her again, rubbing one eye as though trying to remove the memory of what she'd just witnessed. Or maybe it was just to stop the twitching.<br/><br/>"One: They're not my comrades. We all just happened to get caught up in that thing's tirade," She jerked her head at Depositron, "Two: Scarlet is indeed my name, though I don't recall ever telling so to you. I'd inquire how you came, then, to know it. Lastly: If not assist in crash landing that flying gold abomination, what would you suggest we do?"<br/><br/>As she watched it, Scarlet couldn't discern any particular flight or maneuver pattern. She might be able to keep up with it, hiding in its shadow, but with so little predictability, there was no way any of her magic traps would be effective here. Her eyes drifted back to the mysterious newcomer, and crimson met a red-tinged lavender that she couldn't explain.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">What are you?</span>