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After a short walk, which meandered down alleys and grimy side streets, she couldn't resist asking any longer, "How did you know I was looking for someone to train me?"
"Roswell told me," Robert responded quietly.
'Roswell?' she thought, 'who was Roswell... must of been the guy with the really blue eyes,' She realized. "Was he the door guy?" she accidentally asked out loud.
"Yes. Not so loud, young one. Describe him to me," he whispered.
"Describe him?" In a slightly more hushed tone.
"Yes. Everything you remember about him."
"Um... Okay, he, uh, he had really blue eyes, brown hair… No, not brown, like red, only browner, scab colored, I guess. He had a black shirt and black pants on. No shoes though." She stepped around a mine with the graceful ease of a ballerina.
"Very good. Memory is an important tool for any hunter, and you seem very in tune with it and your surroundings," He praised with a warm smile.
His K9 fangs poked out over his bottom lip. She looked at him closer, black cloak, black dress shirt with red buttons, black pants, black shoes with red laces. 'Definitely not human,' she thought. He stopped by a building and pressed himself to it, poking his head around the corner. There was something poking out from under his collar. 'A tattoo!' Samantha thought. It looked very tribal, silver ink with black accents. Then it clicked, her mother had told her of the greatest of the Oracles. The Oracles were seventeen different species of inhumans that helped the old government keep control, that is until the Oracles were infiltrated and wrong prophecies were sent out.
"Djinn," she said with great certainty.
"Djinn?" He asked innocently, "What of them?"
"What of you?" She retorted, raising her eyebrow at him.
"A very intelligent girl you are young Samantha. How is it you know of my species?" He asked, looking up at a window on one of the skyscrapers. A lite was on and someone was moving inside.
"My mother often told me stories of the old world," she responded simply. "Roswell didn't tell you anything did he," She stated, "you just knew."
He smiled but said nothing. Djinn could tell your greatest desire just by looking you in the eye. Most Djinn now worked as a sort of lie detector for the Archestry. But apparently not all of them. Robert looked down and scanned the street before them. They had to cross a main road, his eyes continued to dart from side to side, as they crossed quickly but soundlessly. On the other side, he tackled her into some bushes, Samantha freaked out and started swinging, and trying to scream but he held her down and put a hand over her mouth.
An oscillating sound approached, and then continued on its way after a second. She stopped struggling. He wasn't trying to hurt her. Samantha tried to quiet her mind as she took Robert's offered hand. Once she was standing again, she thanked him. However for the next several blocks though she kept herself at slightly more of a distance.
"Are you alright?" Robert asked. He felt a difference in her, that frightened him a little. No young girl should have that amount of anger and sorrow polluting her aura.
"Yes," she responded defensively. She refused to look into his eyes, instead finding the uneven ground very interesting.
Robert couldn't help but chuckle. 'She definitely needs lessons in effective lying' he thought to himself.