[Ahhh, a sour puss. If Carmelita is perturbed by the other girl's look, it doesn't show; Carmelita's expression is as easy as ever, though Fayola might be right to be a bit dubious from looking at Carmelita. She's dressed pretty formally for an occasion like this; an ill-fitted suit that honestly just...the closer you look, you can tell she's had this thing forever from the bits of wear and tear on it. It certainly doesn't look like Lita has any right to judge either, though inwardly, she is.

Hm, she's just a halfpint, isn't she? A halfpint who's seen some shit. And apparently fights like hell, if the hammer and armor is any indication...but personality-wise, she's interesting. Kid with something to prove? Bratty half-pint? Oh, the possibilities are endless, though Lita doesn't give them voice. Maybe her mom told her to stop making such a sour face because it'll stick and she took it as a challenge.]

I can, yeah! I usually just do odd-jobs and shit for the guild and travel about, so no need to worry about me. I'm used to this kind of life. [Lita grins, though.] You can just call me Lita. Nice to meet you, Poof. Let's get through this shit with no problems, yeah?

[If Fayola listened in on any of the conversations, she'll have probably noticed that Carmelita has called literally nobody by their name since arriving. And uh. It seems like you've got one now too. Whoops.]