She propped herself up on the wall, crossing her own arms under her breasts. "Most of my kind who use their abilities to the fullest don't remember their true names... it's lost in the jumble of identities names and memories we have to conserve... but I go by Serene..." she said. "And you logic is slightly flawed... Sasha is dead... but we do not hunt those whose identity we have stolen... if we know where they are, or see them, we are indeed driven to kill them, but we don't hunt by any means..." she said. "All of my kind have the capacity for identity assumption, but we are also gifted with an enhanced empathy, allowing us to read your thoughts... at-least those on the surface..." she continued, bringing up a hand to inspect her nails again... but most of what I can do is best shown rather than told..." she said, slipping her hand back under her breast.<br/><br/>"What about you? I do hope making sparks fly isn't just a neat parlor trick..."