Izzy looked to Cerasus in surprise. “[i]Really?[/i]”
	Slowly, Izzy moved to the end of the railing, her gaze leaving him only to make sure she did not step over the edge of the roof. She sat and crossed her legs beneath her, and placed her hands on her knees. She sat there awkwardly, trying to think of something to talk about, her eyes turning out toward the faint glow of streetlights of the town she called home.
	“So, uh...” she began, looking at him sideways and trying to sound at least semi-friendly. “Where’s the mysterious Cerasus Orion Damocles from?” she finished, voicing the first conversation piece she could think of.