"Crimson, correct?" Rea questioned, not giving her father a chance to speak. "You underestimate me. Also, you should know when to speak, and when to not. They're on this earth just like us, so watch your tongue." She seemed a bit tense, her eyes on that man. Who did he think he was? Did he work with the Dark Slayers? She was beginning to think that, considering his views on the supernatural. "The day I lay down my weapons is the day I die." She said.