Etna had been sitting there a while and had gained a fair comprehension of the journal; she had figured out that the private journal... was not so private and that the message boards can attract all sorts of attention you weren't looking for. At least, she had allies in Laharl and Flonne.. who were somehow three years younger then when she last saw them.

"Excuse me...Do you live here?"

Etna looked up at the voice, now realizing she was sitting in the shadow of a tall, presumably human, girl dressed in what she could only imagine Flonne wearing on St. Patrick's day. She was new, really new if she thought red-headed Etna lived in the city of a thousand blondes.

Etna gave the new girl a questioning look before remembering that a little while ago she was just as clueless about the city.

Putting a little false sweetness on her voice, Etna gave a cheery reply, "No, I actually just arrived, Myself."