Serina's eyes flash dangerously when Enzo grabbed her wrist. Even if he was generally well meaning there was only certain people in the troupe that she wanted touching her and he was definitely not on the list. She was nowhere near drunk enough for that. In fact, she did not think that much alcohol existed. She was just pondering what her fellows would do if she were to adorn his arm with two deep puncture wounds from her fangs when he let her go. She sipped the stolen coffee, flicking her tongue out at him. Two forked tips wiggled back and forth independently before slithering back into her mouth.<br/><br/>Serina balanced perfectly on one foot, butting her cigarette out at Izzy's request and pocketed the half she had not yet smoked. That would get her through until show time. She did feel bad for Agatha having to be excluded due to all of them smoking. She hissed at Enzo, baring her fangs at being called infantile. She hated any reference to being a kid even if it was indirect. She had dealt with that for a long time. Seeing Slinky striding purposefully from her tent, angrily tying her robe after the outburst made Serina blush from the tips of her ear all the way to where the collar of her shirt hid her skin. She did not have the slightest idea of what the woman had said but she got the gist well enough.<br/><br/>Taking another sip of coffee, Serina leaned back on the wagon and just observed her family. Her eyes slipped closed and she took a deep breath just basking in what was her life. She was content, mostly, and the things that weren't perfect were still damn good. She took another sip of coffee and let her eyelids open, just taking in all the others that sat around enjoying breakfast together one at a time. Of course, her eyes lingered a moment longer on Izzy.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>