[B]Gratia Mindaro - Beacon Airship Dock[/B]

She had no particular reason to actually provide her name to the boy standing behind her. They were barely acquaintances, united only by "sharing" the wait for a goddamned airship to arrive and get them to wherever they wanted to go (she had no idea where the guy was heading to, but it wasn't her fucking business to pry). Still, it wasn't like she had anything better to do while these last few minutes of waiting passed by, and really, she was a lot more fucking whimsical today. If the other teenager wanted to be nosey, she'd lower herself to humour him. At least he didn't seem like another standard fucktard like the rest.

"[color=66cd00]Mindaro,[/color]" was the Huntress' succinct reply. "[color=66cd00]Gratia Mindaro.[/color]"

Hopefully he wouldn't ask how it was spelt. She would not be able to muster any goodwill whatsoever to answer stupid questions like those.

"[color=66cd00]And I plan on not dying in a fiery conflagration,[/color]" she added, voice dripping with sarcasm.