Wren watched with mild amusement, and a hint of intrigue, at the boy slamming down and introducing himself as Jazo. She'd seen him before - he came into town with the same person Mal had been following. Of course, for all she knew, Mal was following both of them. He seemed a little cuter than average. Probably. At least to her. Mal had some unusual tastes. But Mal managed to out-quick-think her for once after hearing the boy introduce himself as coming from the longest line of wizzers to ever wiz.

"Yes, Mal. That is what he said. I would hazard to guess they're all around his age, and they stand in a line on the city walls, facing outward, and piss off the edge when someone gives a signal." She smiled. She wasn't sure what she thought of the others yet, but she would have to keep the wizzer around for fun. "So, Jazo, was it? Do you wiz that dramatically all the time? Was what you just did wizzing? Will you need a change of clothes?"

She turned her head back to the girl Mal followed. "He's going to follow you around forever now. Just have to accept it." She looked around to the rest of them. "What hijinks and tomfoolery are you all up to? We're already in the city, so may as well assist."