atlas, to say the least, is a little bit amused. the stranger looks so relaxed. it isn’t their fault that, as a criminal and not so human entity themselves, her powers of stealth are especially refined. coincidentally enough, she was supposed to be scouting the area out of sight for a future assignment. it really is a skill they seem to have mastered, and right now, it’s the reason her brow happens to be raising in incredulity. she’s not sure what compels her to finally put herself within the other’s view — and to make matters worse, sit her ass down on the seat next to him — but here she is, as composed and as shameless as ever. ‘ nifty power, ’ she says with a quiet, soft voice, which still seems to command attention.
HE DOESN'T NOTICE HER, NOT UNTIL SHE FINDS HERSELF in the EMPTY seat by his side, and when he does when his ATTENTION finally rips itself from the flame and takes note of another presence the phoenix STARTLES suddenly, hands PARTING as the flame f a l l s away and DISAPPEARS. WIDE, chocolate hues stare at the stranger, guilty in the way they QUIVER. ❛ AH ❜ he begins, adams apple bobbing UP and down as he swallows. ❛ y... thank you ❜ good job, Bong-ju, you careless fool.