The girl didn't say anything. Vivian's gaze narrowed further and her head tilted to the side as she watched the other. "Look, kid, I don't need to hurt you. You're not Liberty, right?" She had been worried that maybe she was connected the person she just killed for a letter she didn't even intend to open; however, the girl stood there, frozen in fear. It was flattering until Vivian realized that it wasn't fear: it was her Gift. Suddenly, she had no control over her body but she was walked into the wall, a sharp pain running through her face and head--[i]twice[/i]. 

Dazed, Vivian allowed herself to stumble back and hold her nose as she checked for blood. "Ow, ow, ow," she said, pulling her hand away to scowl at the drops of red. "You brat," she hissed, eyes turning on the figure as she ran away. She only hesitated as she gazed at the city, almost hidden in the Ash. Deciding to conserve some energy, she didn't teleport again. Instead, Vivian followed the girl the old fashioned way with one foot in front of the other.