Rolling her eyes, she replied "nice to meet you Zion," before another voice came calling. Hazel turned towards the girl, examining her up and down and side to side. Friendly wouldn't describe her, she surely put herself on high regards to her throwing knifes. If it came to skill, Hazel knew she would die first because these were clearly older nobody's only by a year or so but still one year makes a difference. One solid truth, she wouldn't die willingly.