"In a fight?"  Persephone almost squeaks in alarm.  "I do okay, I guess, but I'd rather let someone else do that stuff.  I'm not much for violence.  Some Scion I am, huh?"<br/><br/>She turns to look out at the city with a soft sigh.<br/><br/>"It doesn't help that everybody expects me to be all goth and doom and gloomy 'cause of Dad.  I mean, what, I can't be cheerful?  Might's'well expect every son of Uncle Z to be a playa.  Which, uhm, come to think of it...okay, that's a really bad example.  Gimme a minute and I'll think of a better one."