[h2][color=forestgreen]Acheri Solomon[/color][/h2]
Interacting with: [@Amaranth]

That was unexpected.

It did explain a few things, firstly. Why her sleeves were singed, why the muggers in the back alley were scorched. Hard to pin down exactly what, but the girl probably had some heat-based powers. Fire, maybe. Or light. And the irony wasn't lost on her that they were having this conversation [i]a few hundred yards from their headquarters[/i]. But now she had to decide how to handle it. If she came out looking once, she'd come looking again. And probably find trouble. Maybe she'd be fine, maybe she wouldn't, but either way she would open herself up to plenty of danger. If she were willing to tell anyone else what she was looking for, someone a whole lot less sympathetic might take exception to it. Or, worse, try to manipulate her. 

She couldn't in good conscience turn her away. But telling her the truth was a risk all its own. 

[color=forestgreen]"I see."[/color] Acheri kept up her smile, but she couldn't quite decide... If the kid wanted to help, that was up to her. But there were plenty of people who might like to know where the Saints made their base. It could be a trap for them, hoping one of the more sympathetic Saints would try to help. Just like she was doing. [color=forestgreen]"... Could you tell me a little about the Saiint you met?"[/color]

She already knew their base was in Red Harbor. If her description matched up with someone she knew, she could blindfold her and take her to the base. Prevent her from knowing anything more until they decided they could trust her. She seemed like a good kid, and Acheri wasn't about to turn away someone looking to do some good.

[color=forestgreen]"I know where to find them. But I can't take you there unless I think you're on the level, okay?"[/color]