Staring. Staring. Then she smiled. Another siren smiled at Alia.<br/><br/>Alia herself was still glaring daggers at the girl, waiting tensly for the woman sitting only an arms length away from her. Still on edge with adrenline pumping through her veins.<br/><br/>Alia shuddered. This one seemed  strong enough, but nothing she couldn't handle. Now you might think that for a person who loves guns more than a person should and kills her victims when she feeds, Alia wouldn't mind killing. After so many thousand years it becomes routine, but to feel someone die under your own hands...it was a feeling Alia never liked.<br/><br/>Perhaps she could bargin with this one. She knew this siren would probably kill her, what with some of the elder sirens being...far too close for comfort. The siren who had taken that werewolf to the back room...she wasn't going to kill Alia. The kid seemed like she was in trouble.<br/><br/>"I won't kill you...if you won't kill me."<br/><br/>An offer. A bargin. Alia waited for the siren's answer.