The tip of her tail stabbed against the metal floor of the container, locking in place and heaving her up to her feet in a single push - the girl now much more confused than before. Not only did he not kill her, even after she initiated the combat in the first place but he also seemed to be somehow worried about her, despite his harsh name-calling. As he slipped outside the container, still facing her defensively, she merely watched him with interest; the puzzled expression upon her features unchanging.

There was no response to his shout from the opposite container, the door wide open but no being stepping outside. At least, not for another thirty seconds; it was only then that Alina actually exited her 'home' for the past couple of days, her snow-white hair cascading around her features to create the perfect frame for her feminine face. Crimson hues slid towards Elijah, inspecting his stance just a moment before returning them to their surroundings. With an all-too-underwhelmed sigh, she started down into the city ruins - wanting to at least find some place to wash up and renew herself.