"I apologize for prying," Audra says, though with the smile still on her face it's hard to tell whether or not she actually feels bad. She didn't. "Well I wish you the best of luck in your fights, Monsieur Glasson. Maybe we'll meet each other on the battlefield." Audra pushed off from the railing then. She didn't have any problem being friendly, though she wasn't exactly in this to make friends; if it were up to her, Audra wouldn't have been chosen to represent Neo-France at all.<br/><br/>If Kuroda didn't have anything else to say or talk about with her, the red-tipped brunette was already popping back in her ear buds and taking off down the hall, just like before their conversation.