[b]Tailred - Mahora[/b]

Tailred glanced around, frowning as she found that basically no one was interested in actually going to make sure that people were okay, deal with damage control, that sort of thing. It was practically beyond belief! She admittedly wasn't entirely sure if they did, but how could they call themselves heroes without caring for the people that couldn't protect themselves? 

Okay, so she wasn't the best at that in her world, but she had a excuse! She did have a life after all, and people to do that sort of thing. She couldn't spend all her time halfway around the planet fixing what property damage did accrue. Besides, it wasn't as if they had anything better to do at the moment. 

Still, at least Filia gave her the dignity of an answer, though she could understand why the girl with the miniguns might not, given how she was immediately confronted by the crazy guy. That sort of thing might tend to be a bit distracting. Still, she could hardly excuse it from the redhead, or the other folks who had proven themselves here. But Tailred would turn her attention to the person talking to her, and try to not be too angry about it.

"Maybe they are," she ceded firmly, a hand resting on her hip while she looked at Filia. "But even if they are, as far as they know they're real. And I won't sit by while people are in danger, just because I think they're an illusion. I'm a hero, and that's what heroes do." She might be a fool, but in the end she would always be herself.