[color=OrangeRed][h3]Angela Degrasse[/h3][/color] [color=OrangeRed]”Yes, I suppose I do”[/color] she replied to Rika’s ‘introduction’, scrunching her nose for just a tick at the use of her fame in place of exchanging names as would be polite. While her response was entirely accurate, because obviously anyone who paid the slightest bit of attention to the movers and shakers in the city knew who she was, it came off as bragging just as much as Rika thought the redundant act of actually giving her name would. More perhaps, in Angela’s opinion. Said opinion of Rika had certainly gotten dropped by her first impression, but it then got rapidly confused by the rest of her behavior during the briefing, which reflects a lot more on her vague understanding/memory of an awkward pre-void Rika than it did the mental picture she had of the person who had come out and claimed glory and fame in spades. The immediate leaps from her introduction to looking awkward right after saying it and then finally shouting about aliens in the span of a few moments threw the noble posturing lady for an absolute loop, that was for sure. Several loops. An entire roller-coaster of loops. She could not make heads or tails of it. She quickly resolved that she had to figure this woman out, and if doing so hadn’t sold her on going along on a monster hunt with her, then the target certainly did. [color=OrangeRed]”A Rex Caelestis?”[/color] she echoed upon hearing its name, before clicking her fingers a few times, which sparked like a flint and tinder as she tried to call up a memory and then with a final snap that ignited a brief and tiny flame on the end of her finger when she recalled that [color=OrangeRed]”I remember that one! I think it was Reed Shelley and his Arch Wardens that slew the last one to be seen, yes? That was quite the deed.”[/color] It had been a rather riveting the tale when she found records of it while doing her 'historical research', or a story of it (likely highly embellished but that was in some ways part of the fun) to be more accurate. You had to be a real legend to take one of the three kings on. Or, apparently, a pair of rednecks. [color=OrangeRed]”Good grief, how... Stupidly brave of them”[/color] she commented upon hearing about them burning out it’s nest with a mix of horror, amusement and genuine approval of their absurd deed. How that all went down was a story she’d want to hear from the mouths of the actors if she ever found the time, that was for sure. Still despite their daring, the evicted dragon was still out there somewhere, hiding against the sky, and Elpidio wanted it hunted down. She only put together Rika’s words and the man’s attitude together into seeing this mission was being done/requested like this (rather than by, say, an actual member of the military chain of command) so Elpidio had first dibs on the corpse and combat data later down the line for his vr training, but that wasn't particularly important/detrimental to her desire to go even when she eventually got it. Right now she had the script of a tale featuring a legendary beast (young and wounded yes, but you could embellish these things a little) at the side of a very important Medium that she could try and get her hooks into, or at least an understanding of, laid out in front of her. There was little question as to whether she’d play a part in it or not. [color=OrangeRed]”Well I certainly can't let Agartha’s darling risk her neck on her lonesome can I? So of course I will come and help finish the job”[/color] she added a few moments after Rika had stood up, elegantly rising to join her, a wisp of fire flashing around flourished fingers when she mentioned finishing the job, silently promising that if the dragon thought the farmer’s fire had hurt, then it was in no way prepared for the Lady Firestarter.