<strong>Nina</strong><br/><br/>She could not help herself, she just had to open up and peek inside for a moment or two. As Nina observed Vincent taking his first strike, a very good one at that, she reached out to his hidden emotions, searching for something, anything.<br/><br/>He seemed so multilayered...it was confusing. At one pass she felt his total calm, complete innocence and quiet strength. Another pass Nina was hit with a sadness and loneliness that only came when someone has experienced horrible loss and great trauma. Yet again she was struck by a violence, a wicked and cruel need to attack that he obviously kept buried very deep. He was frightening the way he held so much within, his various thoughts and feelings threatened to overwhelm her.<br/><br/>Nina barely stood straight as she looked to Josie and said, "Your turn lil sister." Nina smiled and sipped her stout drink as she attempted to gain composure.<br/><br/><em>"These hands have trained and taught a lot over the past eighty...thirty so years..."</em><br/><br/>Nina's eyes narrowed and she stared at Vincent. She KNEW he had said 80 years, no doubt in her mind. Suddenly the realization the he did have an extremely old soul hit her. Was he really that old she wondered? It would explain so much but that was impossible wasn't it? Pretending not to have noticed she laughed softly and smiled. Flirting with him was the easiest way to keep her strange worries at bay so she did just that.<br/><br/>"Care to teach us a new trick?" she winked and smiled.<br/>