[@AzureKnight][hr]It was the shock of the water that caught her off-guard; it was cold, unkind, and purposeful - sprayed with intention, and no concern for her comfort. That was the trigger to her aggravation, though it didn't set her off. No, that was reserved for the realization of what the water had done. It was no spring shower nor a summer storm, but a torrential downpour that had blasted her clean.

And, in doing so, blasted her glasses and the cigarette they were supporting into the crates. Now, she was pissed. Behind her head, her Vision blazed, as she smoldered, and warped the air around her to glow like the sun. Her eyes morphed into two different states; her left eye divided the pupil into three, and formed matching tomoe upon a sun-coloured sclera, while her right eye became a perfect mirror of the world before her.

[i][quote][color=0072bc]"I would ask you why it is you were sitting naked in a crate on some random caravan. Given the circumstance, am I right to assume that it wasn't by choice. I'm aware of how some feel about 'our' kind. I suppose I don't mind helping you out if need be."[/color][/quote][/i]
Suddenly, she was upon Tiziana; putting the songstress on her back, and her right foot on her throat.

"[color=848884]I'm glad you offered,[/color]" she says, as her body heat raised; threatening to burn Tiziana's delicate skin where she stood. "[color=848884]You're going to help me find what you just lost with that stunt of yours.[/color]"

Tiziana could see, as she'd front row seats, all that John had to offer as a woman, and a threat she posed with her eyes that weren't letting her go from their sight; as well as the encroaching damage to her hands, as they seemed to be slowly burning. It would clearly take a long time, but there was evidence of her body rejecting the bulk of the heat through her palms... which likely meant, it would come out of her soles, as well, being equally vulnerable.

..and, into her precious throat, which was just as vulnerable.