<strong>Alias</strong>: Voltaic<br/><strong>Your Team</strong>: F<br/><strong>Who you're interacting with</strong>: Seraph<br/><hr/><br/>Her team was doing well, their flyer, Seraph she remembered his name was seemed to be hurting a bit and was soon dismissed as she was. He left the arena as Dr. Fields made more announcements. They were to report to Team G's home for more information and she was rather put off that she wouldn't be allowed to return to what would be her new "home" but this would do. Her mind came back from being flustered as Seraph approached and offered her a hand up. She took it gently and smiled back at her team mate. She stood easily but felt extremely stiff and was still covered in little bandages.<br/><br/>The offer of him to fly her to their house didn't seem needed but then she looked down at herself and remembered her lack of shoes or shirt and that she was quite sore. With a nod she took a step closer to him and had to blush every so slightly at his compliment. She was about to tell him that it was not all that impressive but decided to just take the compliment with a, "Thank you".<br/>Voltaic looked up at him.<br/>"You didn't do so bad yourself. I must admit, I've never seen someone with wings that had such great control. Even when that little one was screaming."<br/>She gave him another soft smile, letting the relaxing conversation calm her down after the somewhat stressed morning.<br/>"To answer your question, I would love a lift. I'm a bit sore and that plasma dude destroyed my shoes."<br/>She moved her hands to his shoulders.<br/>"Um... how does this work, how do you want me?"<br/>Her face turned bright red when she realized what she said and then just stood there and hoped he would tell her the best way for this to work.