Ophelia nodded as she listened, noticing Arlene entering the room and sitting on a sofa nearby. The corners of her mouth quirked up at that. So, the woman intended to keep an eye on her, did she? That suggested only one thing to her, and that was that Arlene likely perceived her morning tablemate to be a threat - as she well should, in Ophelia's opinion. The game grows continually more interesting.

About as interesting was the dark-haired man's admission of the existence of individuals who could create weapons. "That's good to hear. I have a great deal of skill with blades, and would like to put that to use on the creatures of this world as soon as possible. In the mean time, I'll be sure to look for a suitable weapon substitute," she answered, grinning with a tiny amount of her inner bloodlust showing in her eyes. "And how does one go about joining one of these organizations, by the way?" Ophelia wasn't particularly interested in joining up with a group of humans, but she figured it would be helpful to know some more about the dynamics of her environment.