Shaidra looked up briefly, and then back down at the podium that she could barely reach with her meager stature. She held up a small square of paper, a photograph from the looks of it, with ribbed edges and a blood stain that soaked through from one side to the other. Her eyes scanned every inch, curiously, like she'd been questioning its origins.

	[color=Black]"You won't return to your full splendour, if you keep acting like a child,"[/color] She said, dignified and stern, [color=black]"Don't look so sour, darling! You didn't mean to tear off his arm!"[/color] Shaidra dropped the photo, letting it flutter down to the aisle the Bruce traversed. It was a photo of him, and a woman, someone very dear to him from the looks of it. The black clothed creature grabbed her head and rustled it back and fourth a couple times, swaying her long ponytail from side to side before picking up another photograph. [color=black]"That's pretty gnarly... Unsightly... Good one, shrimp... Nhhg.."[/color]