For most people, a crazy dude calling out for their attention while staring from the ground would make them think twice. To someone that was a whirlwind of opportunist, survivor, and vanity, it was... maybe a thought and a half.

Eda's eyes glance over his unsecured backpack for the barest second before meeting Tom's eyes. She smirks—making sure to show of her gold fang—and strikes a bit of pose, flipping her hair dramatically.

Never mind that her arm is a cut up and her dress a bit tattered from the train wreck, but hey, it's how you rock it.

"Good eye. Apocalyptic isn't usually my style, but variety, right?"