Ryla shifted her vision, her eyes searing into the other woman that sat at the bar. Her eyes flooding with anger, she took a deep breath. Her hands leaving a scorch mark on the counter. She looked at it for a moment, and wiped away the ashes she left before anyone could tell she made them. Collecting her thoughts, and bottling her rage, she let out a small sigh. This was the siren she sensed in the room. She was sure of it.<br/><br/>She wouldn't harm her, if she wasn't a threat to her. Even if she was a rogue. Even with rules ordering her to kill rogues, Ryla always felt that the rules of the Siren order meant nothing to her anyway. They only meant something, if she were to get caught by an elder.<br/><br/>She let out a wan smile toward the siren, hoping to show a more friendly side of herself. Trying to trick her into a false sense of security around her. She was never going to let her guard down, not even for one of her kind. She let her eyes smolder to a more serene glow, but still did not take her eyes off of her.