The pair of blue, bored yet piercing eyes gazed down at the people: shouting, blabbering, fighting, growling like some animals. The fallen Sankta yawned, closing her mouth with the palm of her hand; how boring, she thought. Then, oh, a gunshot was heard: a familiar laughter, and then a certain red-head appeared. Mostima now had a hint of interest in her eyes, as she cupped her cheek and leaned forward, placing one leg over the other as she sat on the roof.

"Who's here, huh..."

She murmured, letting out a soft chuckle.