"No," she said flatly before she turns to face her companies, hands on hips and chin raised. "No, no, no, no, no, AND. NO! We are not going to the<span style="font-style: italic">Great</span>city of Ciaro. We are fine in our own small city out here and we don't need you guys causing more trouble. Do I make myself clear?"<br/><br/>Hovering a few inches off the ground, the young looking ghost girl glared at her companies with fiery amber eyes. Although she was fairly see through, her features were that of a young 17 year-old girl. A heart shaped face, complimented with straight bangs and silky long brown waves of hair down to her middle back, there was something about her that demanded attention, whether it was her scalding eyes or her dark blue dress. An obvious story to the way her dress had an expensive silk shine to it, along with some emerald green embroidery to it. She has never told the two her story and never plans to either. Still the young ghost, Sarah, obviously had a strong enough spirit to come back from the grave to keep an eye on these idiots. Unfortunately, watching over them and having them actually listen to her were two very different things.<br/><br/>"Do I make myself clear?" Sarah continues as she glides over to face her werewolf friend. "No setting things on fire and no-." Turns her attention to the warlock. "Messing with the dead. You both do enough here already, I don't see how going to an even bigger city is a good idea and I will NOT. NOT! Agree to this trip."<br/><br/>With an extra huff of exasperation, she smooths her hair before her tempers gets it all floaty and riled up as it usually gets when her emotions takes on a negative flare. Facing her companies again she waits for their response, hoping that the next time they open their mouths, something smart will actually come out.