Wheeling Gull Isle and i smashed those tiny mirrors inside of your skull

a fustrated fellow. he continued being riled up, while she remained calm and watched his failing and his sputter of words, calling ruo a creep. she did not reply back, and only continued giving an eerie stare within their silence, watching him, and studying. 

"what are you doing." he spoke of foreign-tongue, so she also followed toward the same language. the siren cared little toward his insult.