<div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">Ophelia let them talk, eyes watching as scenery and cars passed rapidly by, silent on the whole discussion of what everyone could and couldn’t do. The fact that she wasn’t some prize fighter didn’t seem to be a big deal, but she had learned that trying to explain what she could do tended to land her with others not trusting her in the least. That, in turn, made her less than trusting of others. Sort of shun before being shunned sort of situation, which she knew wouldn’t help at all now that she had been thrust into a group of strangers. She had half a thought that fate had done it on purpose when she had been quite content working on her own.<br/><br/>The sigh was soft, slender fingers tapping against the smooth flesh of her left thigh, sultry voice kept low when she finally spoke. “People listen to me. And I keep attention on me vhether I vant it or not. People do vhat I vant them to most times.” Of course, she couldn’t rightly make a titan spawn do what she wanted, but she had talked her way out of a lot of situations and had managed to use what skills she had to keep herself alive. How such skills would work in a group, she had no idea.<br/><br/>“And if you are going for inconspicuous, I vould suggest getting the hotel first, unload this van. Change clothes and then see if the Norns throw us another curve ball. Vould also suggest a different mode of transportation, something vith more… vhat is vord… varoom? But that is just me. I am use to being alone.”</span></div>