[ Maybe that's just the problem with Andy — she's not a subtle creature. No, she's more like the sword she wielded that day they met. An instrument with clear intent. Sharp. A little bloodthirsty. With a honed edge that's only good for a few things. The last few thousand years has stripped away her tact, and even if she's capable of it, this is a woman that prefers just to cut straight through.

But she can play along. She wants to. Doesn't even question where Aerith is leading her off to — just takes it all in stride, weaving in and out of the streets just a step behind. Aerith walks Enma Territory with a certain fearless that makes it hard not to feel pulled along after her. ]

I like a good game.

[ The rotting building she's been led to is a reminder of the blood rain — a half-collapsed shell. Someone with sense might take one look at the place and turn right the hell around. But Andy sees the potential. Her mouth twists into a wry smile as she sizes up their new playground. Then she gives Aerith a little sidelong look, her tone amicably mocking when she goes on: ]

You have any other rules you want to tell me? Or are you going to take the head start and leave me to figure the rest out?