[@RumikoOhara] Lucious looked the girl over again. A Phoenix Spirit? He hadn’t seen one of those in almost three hundred years. Interestingly her aura was split in two.His own blazed with the iridescent blue of his tattoos, hers was almost entirely consumed by the Phoenix. The last one he had met though for quite a short time was… different. Caeria was both at home and not, add that to the ever growing list of weird he’d become accustomed to. He pulled his scarf tighter and gave her a nod. “ Well my name is Lucious, you can call me Luke, if I had many friends i'm sure they would. Did… I mean” He tried to clear his throat again. “ I did have friends…” He smiled a bit under his scarf, recalling Newton's joke about Lucious’ ability to warp space but not talk to women. “Do you often greet people like that, all ‘Vessel of the Crimson Phoenix’ and what not? You must not only be the Crimson Phoenix?” Though looking at her aura, maybe there was such a thing as a dumb question, maybe there wasn't more than a Phoenix Spirit there.