(Preshow) Preshow Facility

[The Future Warrior]

Graowr's reaction was immediate and swift, as soon as the lightning crackled from the elven man. A blur of azure, and she went from crouching on her knees in the chair, resting on the table, to a rapid flip. Precariously balancing on the back of the chair for a split-second, and leaping back off of it into a flip, carrying her well through the air to land in a crouch atop one of the bookshelves. Eyes wide and alert, arms held out wide, hands half-curled into fists. Ready to pounce or spring into action as necessary.

Her attention remained fixated on Jak for several long, tense, silent seconds. Finally, she lost the nervous, anxious edge to her posture, dropping down to flop into a sitting posture on the edge of the shelf, legs dangling down below and kicking back and forth slowly. "You got a lot of repressed anger and stuff, huh?" she said offhandedly, watching from the relative distance atop the bookshelf for a few moments.

"Oooh, an alliance, huh? That means working together and stuff?" She leaned back until her back was laying flat against the top of the shelf, and sprung forward, hopping off the shelf to land more or less squarely back in her original chair, feet first in a squat. "That could be cool! If I understand this abyss thing though, we'd still have to fight eventually though."