Jitoru flinched at the smoke in her face.  "I am Jitoru.  What does it matter, really?  Are you going to kill me?" she said listlessly.  She could hear the leaves rustling as he moved about her.  For a moment she considered running - but no, that would be foolish beyond measure.  It was bad enough already.  She shivered and opened her eyes, looking at the dragon.  Her fear was subsiding, replaced by a general dull ache, and as she studied him, she simply wished that he would either kill her quickly or leave, the latter being better suited towards her.