“Chica? Good luck.” The pilot’s smile can be heard in his voice. “Johnny, I swear..” Khalida sighs and straightens herself. “He was asking you how your treating as my...” she growls, “[i]boyfriend[/i]. Which he is [i]not[/i]!” “Aw c’mon! Your muy bonita, he’s alto y guapo, your age. What do you think, Chico? Would you take that una principesca on a date?” 

Asa tilts her head. “You got a name?” 

Sorcha frowns at her mirror image and she unsheathes her sword. “Who are you?” 

Asa grins when she sees that Aphrodite had turned into a likeness of a red-headed girl. “When’s the wedding?” She calls to the boy with a wink. 

Sorcha, confused, ignores the brunette.