Zenith tilts her head. “The girl that rents this place out. Asian-looking girl, but a little pale? I’d say about 15-16.” She frowns and looks around. “This [i]is[/i] the place under her name, isn’t it?” she murmurs to herself.

With a slightly playful snarl, Carra makes her way over to Lynn, takes the knife out of his pocket and puts it between her teeth. “Mine,” she says, then drops to the ground, her hands and feet returning to normal. “Thank you.”