Elle growls softly. [color=red]”No authority? And who does? You? This girl you’ve barely met? In this world, its every man for themselves. Unless you want to call whatever the hell out us here [i]authority[/i].”[/color] She huffs in annoyance. [color=red]”Does no one else feel there’s more to this ọmọbinrin (girl in African) than she’s letting on? That she’s hiding something that, oh I don’t know, might be useful information?”[/color] Part of her irritation was Elle’s hatred of feeling like the bad guy, part was her anger and fear at what this shrine maiden’s true purpose is, and the rest was frustration that no one else seems to understand what she’s suggesting. Are they all that fucking naive?