<div class="floatright">(http://i742.photobucket.com/albums/xx61/Racaro6980/jo-burst-angel-228825.jpg)</div>She cursed under her breath, the Russian accent now gone from her voice. "I'm surprised... not many know of my kind..." she said, shifting back to the form she usually preferred. "With what's been going on though, can you blame me for doing that?" she asked, quirking an eyebrow slightly. She was a bit startled, but knew when she was beat. She shrugged in defeat, her hands coming up. "I wasn't lying though... some old one eyed coot offered to tell me my fortune... and led me here... talking about the coming of some Exalted thing or whatnot... and that I needed to join the Sons of Sparda..." she said, finally lowering her hands. "And I'm not so ignorant as to think that it could be none other than Dante..." she said, slowly turning to circle Trish. "I had been hoping to speak with him in person before I had to reveal myself... but you're sharper than I anticipated..." she said, motioning at the broken glass. "Well... your wits are anyways... bullets are usually pretty blunt..."