She made her way down the stairs, thankful for the warmth the building provided. "Yeah, ironic." She said with a small laugh. Rea pulled her jacket down slightly, inspecting the cut she had gotten during the fight. It wasn't deep, but it wasn't shallow either. She already knew what her mother's reaction to it would be when she found out, but she wasn't too worried. She reached into her jacket, grabbing a small roll of dressing, deciding to at least cover it. "I'm eighteen." She said, her eyes on him slightly, her mind once more drifting into thought. How many more of those Dark Slayers were around?