Leaning away from Silas, Seilber waited for the flames to wink out while glancing up at the shimmer of heat in the air overhead as it too faded. "Impressive. That'll be useful out there, if it doesn't start grass and forest fires," she said. While Vincent talked to Cyrus she shook her head and covered her face with her hand, wiping down it before letting it drop to her side. At the same time she couldn't help it as her face warmed some, a slight blush across her cheeks, embarrassed. Yeah, what he said was true, but really? 

As he started on another tirade, she shook his head. "No, we probably won't get a terrible lot changed. The White Fang might have its merits, it might not. Is this really the place to stand up on a soap box and make a big scene? this isn't some political activist pro-faunus speech rally. Save it for later." 

Tilting her head a little she looked at Cyril apologetically, then shrugged helplessly. Letting her shoulders drop, she gave him a weak smile. "I'm sorry he's being preachy."