Spinning in a world of her own, Laine paid no mind to everything outside of the music. Perhaps she was too locked up in her own fantasy to really notice the events transpiring just a few short feet away. Her body nimbly danced to the music she was creating. It was almost like a bright light in this dark world she belonged in. And while she wouldn't just admit it, trying to escape reality was probably her biggest fault in life.<br/><br/>The door suddenly bursting open caught her attention quick. She dropped her bow, barely hanging onto the violin. Her eyes stared wide, blinking. There was a man in the house. A strange man at that. Her brother seemed to be at an aggressive state by the way he was charging at the man. Laine quickly jumped to action, the training she received all those years ago snapping into effect. Laine quickly set her bow down. She stomped on the floor. James stopped, barely, as Laine took her charge at this man. Her wings held her up as she sent a volley of kicks and punches towards him. There was a small tinge of regret for not bring at least one crossbow with her. Then again, she never thought a man would break into her brother's house.<br/><br/><span style="color: #E36613">"Who are you?!"</span>she demanded to know, slightly taken back at his words.<span style="color: #E36613">"Why did you break into this house?"</span><br/><br/>The furious gestures of her brother caught her eye. The man, clearly deaf, frantically signed to his youngest sibling in order to find out what the hell was going on. Not like Laine knew herself. She just began asking questions. The only thing she could do was to sign back for James to hold on a minute while she found things out.<span style="font-style: italic">I'm not a miracle worker!</span>