"[i]My[/i] type, or [i]your[/i] type?" Karena teases, and the cold vanishes as quickly as it had started: out of nowhere. "And if that's what your worried about, I've been training my senses since I was five, so thanks for the sentiment but I think I'm good. And if not, then I guess it's a good thing that [i]I'm[/i] usually the asshole." Karena turns and starts for the door. "Any other questions, comments, concerns?"