The First Age

Oriena watched her reaction curiously – she seemed more confused than contrite about losing control. But whatever had assailed her, it definitely seemed to have passed.

“You’re the one who ended up on your ass,” she said with a smirk. An apology held no interest, it wasn’t like Ori hadn’t been provoking a reaction, even if she got one she hadn’t expected. “But sure,” she said with a shrug. “I’m Oriena.”

Trinity was grateful there was no more retaliation. She wasn't exactly sure what had happened, much less why she was on her back aching in place she was never meant to ache. The insides of her gloves were shredded and blood had crusted on her face from whatever had transpired.

"Mia." She lied, well not really, that was the name that she was legally bound to. It's what her ident said, and what her dna would come back with. Trinity Shaw was dead.

"I need to clean up a little. And I'm new in town. Know any place close by -- or farther away, that works too. A place with a good vodka and whiskey?" Mia liked the fruity drinks, though Trinity preferred whiskey above all others. It would be best to frequent a place they could both find a decent drink.