Vixen's expression softened, a slight look of worry on her face. She stepped a little closer to Eva, standing right next to her. "Hey...is something wrong?" She murmered, lowering her voice so that only Eva could hear. "You can tell me...i'm your friend, Eva." She scanned the blonde-haired girl's face for signs of emotion, even though she had grown distant and passive.
A million dollars isn't cool. You know what is cool? A basilisk.
