Jaada certainty didn't have a sense of any soul perception. She couldn't see the different colored souls in each person, thus not knowing which weapon to go up to. But her journey of weapon to weapon was tiring her and he hoped that their was someone out there. Looking at the boy Jaada noticed how he was surprised and realized how fishy her comment could have been perceived. She was about to explain herself when the male lifted his hand to her to take. Now she was also aware of the very bad conclusions to a pair of souls not right for one another. Luckily she was never badly hurt from one. Sometimes a zap here or there, the weapon being to heavy for her to carry, those sort of things. Taking in a breath in a slow, deep breath she raised her arm and grasped his forearm, imagining her soul connecting with hers. It was then that she felt this overwhelming feeling and through her closed eyes could see the faintest of color of a ball of wisps. It was a soul. But not her soul. Her soul was a hot pink color, this one though was different from her own. After a while the other's soul got bigger and bigger before finally the connection was made. It made her heart pound and her grip tighten around the male's arm and before she even realized it herself she had made the connection and instead of feeling skin and flesh, she felt metal bars, her fist tightly gripping the black, wrapped, handles in each hand. Her eyes opened and a huge smile curved her lips as she took in the curved blades that were almost a bluish-silver color.
"Whoa! Yes! Finally, god! Hah!" She laughed in jumped in excitement, raising the weapon up in the air as she exclaimed her victory loud and clear.