She didn't have<em>time</em>to be crushed by whatever idiot she had slid into! Somehow she could feel the fire in the street was growing in mass, and she had to put it out before someone got injured. Her hands fumbled slightly as she helped him off of her with a shove. It wasn't until then that she actually caught sight of her victim, acknowledging such with a scoff, and quickly began to scramble to her feet. He was a "role model student" at the city school, no doubt. It was obvious he had wealth, seeming as he looked completely out of place; his polo clashed with the interior decor' of the alley, that was for sure.  Remembering she had no time to waste on this pathetic puppet she continued to try to stand.<br/><br/>It was tough; it seemed as if every time she touched the ice it began to melt at her touch. Growing even angrier at this and the whole situation she became acutely aware that the fire in the street had now found the entrance to the alley. "<strong>I don't have time for this!</strong>" She exclaimed, scooting over to the wall and gingerly standing up just before the boy spoke.<br/><br/>His words were no different than what she expected on a day to day basis. Aeryn was all too accustomed to the dirty looks, sneers, and even fear that accompanied her choice of attire; little known indie band tees, black cargos, and multiple piercings usually didn't give off a look of sophistication. Still, her temper grew at the words, ever so slightly, and her eyes narrowed as she focused on the boy. "<strong>Listen, Cupcake, I'd love to stay and chat, have a cup of tea, discuss this strange weather we're having, but I've really gotta dash. You see, there's a blazing fire out in the street, and it's my duty as an upstanding citizen of this country to put it out. Patriotism and all that jazz.</strong>" Her tone was incredibly sarcastic as she looked down upon him, both literally and figuratively. "<strong>So if you'll just run along home to Mummy and Daddy and get outta my hair, I'll spare your Gucci wallet.</strong>" She had no intentions of stealing from him, but her sarcasm didn't allow her to just walk away from him without playing with his head.<br/><br/>Her eyes now darted around the frozen alley, searching for anything that might stop what she unfortunately started. Anything that seemed to be of use, however, like a water spicket just to her right, was frozen. What in the world was up with this strange anomaly anyways!?