Elena sighed to herself, passing it off as a loud pant. Either this...soldier was nothing more than empty steel plate, or he enjoyed being masochistic. She frowned at his back as she tailed behind him, wondering what was going through his head. It was a habit of hers; she was always curious about what people were thinking, and it frustrated her when she couldn't find out. In an attempt to distract herself, she listened to the light thudding her feet made on the ground as they ran. If she listened closely it reminded her of a time when her parents were still alive and they would take her for a walk when she was very young.<br/><br/><em>'Horrible distraction!'</em>she thought to herself, shaking the memory away and focusing once again on the soldier who ran like a tool; as if he had no lungs. She saw the tower straight ahead, and her motivation grew to unveil, what in actuality was going on this late at night. She ignored the stabbing pain in her side, and the heaviness surrounding her throat, as well as the fatigue in her legs and throb of her heart, and picked up her pace to reach the tower quicker.<br/><br/>"Nice meeting you, Mark..." she replied dryly but not with judgement, and after a moment's pause she added; "Tanning", and fell silent.<br/>