[@Song Book]

Clay barely offers the violent commotion but a simple glance. His attention instead captured elsewhere. As the mysterious girl speaks with surprising fluidity and clarity Clay was caught off guard and wore the amusement on his face. He was about to take another swig from his drink when a thought interrupted his actions. 
She was a puzzle, at a short glance she appeared to be simple and basic, but as more pieces fell to the board he realised she was like no human puzzle he had ever seen before. 

[b][i]"I am called many things."[/i][/b] he says with a sly laugh.
[b][i]"So why here?"[/i][/b] he asks bluntly and vaugley, hiding any serious interest in the answer behind a heavy sip of his drink.