For those few moments while the tall, lean military man was talking just to hear himself speak, Sam’s mind wandered for a moment as she watched what could only be described as a tiny ethereal three-headed Hydra dancing atop the little dwarf Mayor’s very old forehead. She watched in utter amazement because for whatever reason, the Mayor had no idea that this was even happening, even though each one of the monster’s tiny legs and clawed feet were stampeding rapidly during its strange and unusual jig. 

“Hol-y shit...” She mumbled to herself, as her expression lit up to a cheesy grin watching the display unfold.

Her attention suddenly snapped to the one who called himself “Lt Icarus”, as though he was speaking directly to the young girl with the lollipop still embedded between her dark lips, and as she turned to look back at where the tiny Hydra had been perched atop the Dwarf’s head, it vanish in a vapor of mixed colors. 

“What?” She blurted out with a slightly annoyed look, realizing that the military man and Imp were both staring at her and the other girl, who in Sam’s opinion looked more like a deer in headlights. 

What she couldn’t shake, however, were those weird visions that like to rear their ugly faces. As entertaining as they may be at times, her innate abilities to cast spells of illusion and misdirection have also cause a sort of permanent side-effect, and sometimes even the line between what is real and false becomes blurred.

“[i]Eh[/i]...my name is Sam.” Her tone of voice made the simple statement sound more like a question. “I’m from the Lower East Side.” Sam nodded, because that was about all they were getting out of her at the moment.