<div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">She wasn’t about to mention the fact that she had constant trouble with paparazzi and that was why she had given her real name. Let them believe what they wanted, she just wanted to avoid any problems that could potentially arise with photogs chasing her around. Truth was, she didn’t actually have much on her in the way of cash and the suite would be paid with a credit card in her real name simply because it was easier than stopping to withdraw money from an ATM.<br/><br/>Her thoughts were drifting away from those surrounding her, the conversation barely paid attention to till that question was asked, a small frown forming over perfect features. Yes, she had a spear in her bags, she knew she had the four that would come when needed. But actually fighting? No, she wouldn’t consider herself some awesome fighter. It made her loathe to say anything in answer to the question simply because she was already beginning to believe that she was in a van full of those who were trained in combat.</span></div>