"Miiira. Miiira!" she a chanted, her laugh breaking the deranged yell into sections. "Come to play?" Shea hollered. What was this? Dalia sent back a weak wave of sanity. Of logical thinking. "Nice try." he hissed, her eyes narrowing as her arm twitched. How good it would feel to fight Shea couldn't even say, but it would feel good. This seemed psychotic to some distant part of Shea. Very distant. She grabbed the bars and screamed, her sharp teeth showing.  She wanted to pick a fight, and she knew just how to do it.