<div style="text-align: justify;">Yuna didnt respond to the knock moments later, simply letting the servant escort her new bodyguard in and then leave. She could hear the bodyguard's easy breathing, but didnt look at him, instead choosing to continue staring out her window. Finally he spoke and she turned her head a bit, "Who else would I be?" she questioned, finding his first few words to be rediculious and not worth her time. Dark eyes watched him for a bit before she turned back to the dreary outside world, "What makes you so special that Father chose you?" she wondered outloud, breathing on the glass and running her fingertips through the mist on the glass. <br/><br/>"What makes you better than my last bodyguard? Better than Jagger?" Yuna continued, voice sad and noncaring. She was only asking to see what he was capable of. So that he would be able to do her job right. Jagger had been too close to her, and thats why he had died. He took the bullet for her out of love, and not duty. Maybe that was why Yuna, so young, had been so greatly impacted by his death.<br/><br/>She looked back at him, waiting on his answer, and taking this chance to look him over. Orderly hair, smooth suit, shiney shoes, fancy watch. Her eyes went to his and she stared into them, wondering what she would find in his head, maybe she would find out if she stared hard enough. Not so much. Looking back out the window, Yuna folded her arms, cheeks puffed out a bit as she brooded.</div>