"Alright.. so the coffee's pretty shit, but pushing around some gal in the woods and acting hardcore about it.. I mean, that [i]is[/i] resourceful, really." [i]So a raven came for Helena, that day.[/i] [i]Practically lounging in one of the chairs at the Starbucks, with a cleared table in front of her relaxed, thin form. The girl's lean body was encased within winter clothing, with thin blue jeans over her legs, and a skinny winter white jacket, the buttons a light, shining silver, holding together the jacket tightly.[/i] [i]Her face was feminine, angular, and fairly tanned, with strands of curly blonde hair escaping the soft hat that she wore upon her head. Her features, while smooth and intended for a cute, yet prestigious look, still boasted an analyzing, sharp intelligence with them as well, while two ocean blue eyes looked at Helena. Only accompanied by that thin, taunting grin.[/i] [i]Confident.[/i] "Though you.. ran, didn't you? Awful shame, really. Such a big woman, turned into a cowardly little shit at the sight of conflict. I can respect that too, though: no need for outside forces trying to barge in, right?" [i]Her game was odd. First she taunted Helena, then she congratulated her. There were two reactions that the woman longed for - something of a reaction, or just nothing at all, from Helena. One so that she could continue, and the other to prove her statements.[/i]