"Oh, what, us? We're just passing through." Aya said with a cheeky grin, standing just behind and to the side of Gajol, glancing down at her wrists -- at the small, silver blades that protruded from them. She loved those so much... she was actually desperate to use the chains that wounds around her leather-clad arms again. Maybe this old toad would say something really, uh... evil-y, and then Aya could slice him to bits. That would be cool.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>