She watched the battle run it's course, her raven perched up in the safety of anonymity. The mad scientist and the fireworks girl had triumphed over the other two but failed to secure an elimination. A shame, especially considering that the oni blooded girl would prove a definite obstacle if another competitor didn't eliminate her first.

She had half a mind to survey her route and she if she could identify where she lived so she could keep track of her, map out her routes so she'd know where not to go. Before she could take any action however a distant echo caught her attention. The sound was not located near the raven but was instead located by her physical self. She could only dedicate a portion of hearing into the ravens in case of situations just like these. As her senses retreated back into her body the distant echo of the voice was now clear and just as near as it's speaker.

[b]"I-I'm sorry! We didn't know, I'm so sorry!"[/b]

The white haired magical girl apologized for the two of them. Her response was not immediate for a question had stuck itself in her head.

[i]Was I really so obvious?[/i]

She suspected the sister in possession of canine features might have a form of detection magic which may have been what exposed her. Still, this was of great concern given the circumstances of her presence here. She couldn't risk getting exposed and confronted, not without serious consequences.

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Having turned to face the two who stood before her the young girl lowered her obfuscation, revealing the little one sat upon her dark wheelchair. Though cast in the deep shadow of the evening sun set across the great tree who's shade she resided in they could see her calm, contemplative expression.

"My apologies, I'm still touching up on my Japanese. Forgive me if I am slow to answer."

Her voice was soft and light. It was the kind of voice one would suspect couldn't be brought to a shout even if she tried. Overhead a few silhouettes of birds gently circled overhead. Her ravens were near but stayed the distance lest the two catch on and see threat in their presence. The last thing she needed was a fight, especially with both of them so close.

"My name is Sophia. It is good to meet you."

Taking her time with this gentle, measured motion she carefully bowed to them from her sitting position, taking care not to put strain on her chest. Sitting up in her seat she had her hands set neatly upon her lap as she patiently awaited their response.
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