"Five years ago, the Violet Dawn swept over me and I had the worst headache in my entire life." She twirled the folded knife in her pocket around as she spoke, thinking quietly to herself. "I got better at repressing the pain, but five years. Five, mind-splitting years. Then, this year, it vanished." She chuckled to herself, almost darkly. "Oh it felt so gloriously good."

She gave a wicked grin to nothing in particular, finishing off her cigarette before flicking it out of the window. The ember would last a brief moment against the onrushing wind, and then would be blown out, vanishing into the black as it bounced on the tarmac.

Then, she would exhale, the smoke seeming to continue even after her breath had finshed. "Well, you're doing just fine in my opinion." Looking out the window, feeling, rather than seeing, the crescendo in energy that they were approaching. "As for why I'm not scared? Why, what's there to be scared about?" She shrugged. "If I die, I die."

She turned to look seriously at the Polish woman. "What's the plan though."