Ryla's eyes peered across the room, looking at everyone and everything with smoldering eyes. She sensed it, another Siren. She smirked as felt a hungry competition creep over her. She shifted on the couch and her feet found the floor. She looked at everyone, her hands fiddling with one another as she hunched over in focus. She could never pick out a siren in a crowd, but if they wandered alone...well that was no problem.<br/><br/>She sighed, her rage flaring a little. She stood up, a small click of her heels could be heard as she approached the bar. Her hips swayed a little as she made her way to her seat, one that sat a little ways away from another woman. She silently took her seat. Her legs crossed right over left, and her hands found their way to the counter of the bar. Her fingers laced together, forming a petite fist. Her eyes watched Kat and Marek in secret fascination. Her lips curving into a smile, finding amusement in their conversation. Her eyes turned cold suddenly, her skin crawled with anger. A pair of eyes had found their way to her, and she did not like it one bit.