Irade
July 23, 12:02 pm, New York City, USA
She glanced over as she noticed the Japanese woman stir in her sleep. She had been laid on the old, ratty sofa while the buff woman and the man with the huge butt took turns looking after her. The other man, the one who Irade was pretty sure was gay, only looked in her direction every now and then, shaking his head.
"She's been knocked out more times than I can count," he told Irade when she asked. "It's a wonder she hasn't gotten any brain damage."
Given how using her gift caused this Sakura lady to bleed from her nose and get all clammy, Irade was pretty sure that these continuous knock-outs were actually affecting her. At least in terms of being able to use her power. But she didn't say anything.
It wasn't like she could gain anything by telling them that.
