Firefly Glen i've got scars, even though they can't always be seen

"Mercenary," the girl repeated, a smirk sliding it's way onto her lips. "You have quite the skill set-- I've yet to settle with any trades, dabbled in everything and yet to find something I love," she shrugged a little, watching him carefully. "Perhaps this is it though, I will admit, it's the most exciting so far," An eyebrow cocked, and she held her smile, "I'd like that," she replied.

He moved to the fireflies, batting one down and lowering himself to the ground. She followed, her body slinking down as she viewed the dying beetle. She stared curiously at it, and found it was indeed it's butt that lit up. "Nifty," she agreed, head tilting to the right. She raised her head, watching Floki with interest. "I wonder if they're actually made from fire," she offered curiously, but she knew the idea was rather unlikely.