[color=6ecff6][b]Izzy Winters - Freyja[/b][/color]

Before Izzy had any time to wallow in her embarrassment, the boy named Drake leaned over and spoke to her. She blinked at him, relief spreading through her after a moment. She could do one-on-one conversations. Small groups were ideal, since she could stay quiet and just enjoy listening to others talk, but this was fine.

"Oh, um, that was a terrible way of describing it, I suppose," she said with a sheepish smile. "It's more like, any injury I get heals itself after a little bit. Even ones that kill me. And then I--" 

Izzy stopped when she heard someone else speak up. Turning her head, she saw the woman named Samantha, who seemed very confident in herself, despite the brevity of her introduction. Izzy frowned a bit, wishing she could be more like that.

She looked back to Drake to finish her sentence. "And when fatal injuries are healed, I come back to life. So yeah, it is wrong to say I don't die. I've already died about a dozen times, I think." She gave a small laugh. "It's not very fun."

Her attention then turned to the next person to speak. The girl, Angelina, was noticeably the youngest of the group, and was the most... bubbly, to say the least. It was strange to see someone so excited, in this situation. If she could be so positive, more power to her. Izzy gave a small sigh, cursing her inability to do the same.

Next was a man, Cliff. It was nice to know that someone else didn't seem completely at ease speaking in front of a group. Though he spoke deliberately and didn't stutter, so his introduction went at least a little better than her own.

Deciding she wanted to find out more about Drake's power, she turned back to him. "I hope you don't mind me asking, but what's up with the ears?" she asked with a slight tilt of her head, looking at them. "I mean, I figure it has to do with your ability, but how does it work?"