<span style="color: #0080FF"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="font-family: Viner Hand ITC;">A</span><span style="color: #0040FF">nak</span><span style="color: #0080FF">a</span></span></span><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 85%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #0040FF">Hmm, you pick the wrong people for me to try to make friends with Azrael. </span>Before brushing a few crumbs off her pants, she turned to look around the hide out, it had clear out a lot but of course it only made sense it was almost night. She waved at the bartender who smiled waving back. It was sad because she never could remember his name, but she always happen to wave at him whenever she was in the bar. She observed the bar a bit more realizing John was watching her. That made her skin crawl as his eyes bore into her shoulder, she turned her back on him feeling a bit uncomfortable. <span style="font-style: italic">What was his problem?</span><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"Hmm I expected so much, its alright I'd probably do the same if I was anti-social as you. Besides it fits you better that your the strong silent type."</span><br/><br/>She said trying to make him feel a bit better about his awkwardness towards others. It must be difficult to interact when you are extremely anti-social. She could never be anti-social to that degree she was to nosy and interested with others motives. A friendly reassuring smile flashed across her face after her words. She stood looking over her shoulder at him before she called to him as she walked away.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"Well, I'll see you tomorrow Hiei as I believe sleep is calling my name. Remember we meet out front not inside."</span></span>