[right][h2][sup][i][color=f07560]Knight[/color][/i][/sup][/h2][i]Rosaline Buckner[/i]
[i]The Zenith[/i][/right]

Knight’s expression twitched towards a frown, but she returned it at Praetor’s words. She couldn’t see how that would have been a functional strategy at the time. But was it true? Was she not imaginative enough? She did like to consider herself low-key intelligent. But… … … Knight stood and considered that maybe she’s not quick-witted enough, her expression unsure.

[color=f07560]‘No questions.’[/color] She simply said in a quiet, slightly submissive tone, as she intended to go out there and do her best in the Circus, now. She turned to Ifrit when he spoke to her. Oh, her helmet. She lifted and absent-mindedly looked at it. Drawing from her fortune, it was among the best that could be made… but it wasn’t [i]tinker-made[/i].

[color=f07560]‘It does not.’[/color] She said, giving a small, grateful smile and handing over the helmet to Ifrit. [color=f07560]‘I’d be thankful if you could modify it. Just don’t erase the air-pocket. I… need that.’[/color] To be able to be invulnerable for longer when she couldn’t get her own air. She could describe her powers to him later if he didn’t already know.

[i]concerned:[/i] [@Sickle-cell][@SkinnyTy]