<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/42/BreeDanielsFace.JPG)<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Fiona Fontaine - Hunter</div><div class="spoiler_body"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>Faint:</td><td>☐</td><td></td></tr><tr><td>Serious:</td><td>☐</td><td>☐</td></tr><tr><td>Critical:</td><td>☐</td><td>☐</td></tr></tbody></table><br/>Advancement:<br/><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>Mortalis:</td><td>☐</td><td>Night:</td><td>☐</td></tr><tr><td>Power:</td><td>☐</td><td>Wild:</td><td>☒</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>Corruption:</td><td>☐ ☐ ☐ ☐ ☐</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div></div><br/><br/>"No, not this particular one," Fiona tried to explain, embarrassment jumping to her features that she was unclear.  After a bit of pause, she gave a small disclaimer.  "I was a kid.  My mom and dad trained me in the family business."  Emphasis on her words indicated that she meant something beyond the obvious and common meaning of her words; it was easy to tell why she didn't want to discuss her profession in public.  "Somebody...I thought for sure something was wrong, and I didn't speak up because I figured my mom would have seen if I was right, you know?  He was angry with my mom.  Somebody else got caught in the wrong place and was killed."  Fiona considered the rest easy to guess.<br/><br/>In some ways, Fiona was past it, and didn't want it to bother her.  On the other hand, it wasn't something anyone truly just forgot, not if they still had a conscience and a soul.  It was a weight, but one she could bear, even if she didn't think about it all that much.<br/><br/>It didn't take her long to finish eating.  Fiona seemed to have, not exactly an aversion to public places, but they put her more on alert.  Soon enough, she was back in the car to drive.  "Any music preferences?" she asked along the way.