Delta was walking through the hallway, a group of followers flanking her as she moved, when she spotted you. A sly smirk spread across her face and she slowed her pace, staring you down with a cold glare. Delta stopped in front of you, her arms crossed and her eyes narrowed. "Well, if it isn't my favorite victim," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "What, are you trying to get yourself beat up again?"