AndrAIa followed closely behind Zidane as they made their way towards the destruction and chaos. That feeling, what humans might call unnatural and she termed artificial, crawled over her skin and sent tingles throughout her body. It made the hackles on the back of her neck stand up, and the spines on her wrist stiffen in anticipation.

AndrAIa's trident was still present, tightly firmly in her pale hand. Her fingernails, painted a sea-green to match her swaying hair, were sharpened points, quite similar to darts if one looked closely enough.

Unfortunately, she was not familiar enough with Paixao's skyline to determine which building had gone missing, and so she relied on Zidane for that information... "Where was the building that fell?"