Sparks tensed slightly because as of late voices coming from speakers haven't exactly had anything [i]good[/i] to say. Her eyes narrowed and she peered at the speaker, feeling her clothes getting wet under the sprinklers. [color=FF0000]"Who are you?"[/color] She asked instantly, this one was different. Or maybe the same. Maybe just another side of the same coin. She had seen enough people flip on a dime to know to never take anything first impressions.

There was always more underneath. And, she knew this could very well be a sick game just one person was playing. Either intentionally or unintentionally.