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[center][b][color=1E90FF]Day 1,[/color][color=1ec1ff] Morning[/color][/b][/center]
[b][color=1E90FF]"Nope,"[/color][/b] she replied simply, following him into the elevator and leaning herself against the back end, hands still lazily resting in her pockets. She glanced over, more so seeming to inspect the man, not seeming all that phased by his presence like many of the others. Though her eyes glanced to the vulture once more, noticeably so, before addressing him again. For a few moments, she seemed to consider something, wondering how much the man really knew about her. In truth, not many people did actually know what she was capable of, but not many people stuck around long enough to figure it out.

Her eyes went back to the elevator doors before sighing and closing her eyes for but a brief moment. [b][color=1E90FF]"Yeah, spirits have a habit of doing that.. kind of makes things difficult.. all the loops, fractured memories.."[/color][/b] With a light shrug, she continued, [b][color=1E90FF]"kind of forces you to play detective. It really sucks though when you just don't get it. Hope one of us will anyways. Hopefully it's one of those aware spirits, that kind of knows what's going on."[/color][/b] Seeing as the man clued himself into knowing about spirits, it wasn't much of a leap to conclude he could also communicate with them on some level. Ayala, well, she saw them all the time. She heard others had to do magic to peer into the spirit world, but it was second nature to the woman, though she had yet to figure out why.