Miranda watched with cold disinterest as the demon's hand morphed into a crow and took flight, flying off in the direction of a crowd of sophomores. Touching the cigarette to her lips, she slowly breathed in the soothing smoke as the bird swooped down to pluck a set of crucifixes off some of the girls necks before flying back onto the stump of his wrist to once more become a hand.<br/><br/>A slender, ebony eyebrow arched upwards, cold disinterest becoming mild curiosity. Those crucifixes had to burn, so it made little sense that he would touch them. However her question was soon answered as his hand exploded into flame, igniting the small bundle of crosses and shredding them into ash.<br/><br/>Slowly the corner of her lips began to twitch slightly as rage began to fill her. She had departed from her kin due to philosophical differences to say the least but although estranged she was no orphan. She still had her Father. However after she left she had been hunted down ruthlessly and learned a few things along the way. He was baiting her, suspicious of her scent but uncertain; it was all a test. Finishing off her cigarette and stubbing it out, she instead reached into her pocket and pulled out a small mini bottle of whiskey, unscrewing the cap and pouring the whole thing past her lips before throwing it down on the ground and walking off as though nothing had even happened.