"She doesn't live anywhere near here." The nymph lightly lands on the ground. "She just doesn't like confrontation, is all. Sirens aren't that used to people being prepared against them- their songs are their only line of defense, after all."

"Surely not their only line of defense? They can swim right? That's a defense maybe not a great one but still a defense."

"Humans have guns. Delta knows that." The nymph replies flatly. "But, if you were gonna shoot her, you would've done it by now."

"I don't have one and even if I did, I wouldn't use it. I don't trust those things, nor do I like them," Chelsea responds, "I'm sorry if I'm being rude but I really don't think we should stay. Do you want to stay for breakfast though? We have eggs, fruit, and maybe I can find some berries."

"I'm not gonna say no to free breakfast." The nymph chuckles, sitting down. "What's your name, by the way?"

"I'm Chelsea the other person with me is Rim. What's your name?"

"Nyra." They casually offer a hand to shake.

Chelsea carefully shakes Nyra's hand, "Nice to meet you, Nyra."

All along Nyra's arms are curious markings, looking like they may be tattoos. It's quite interesting to look at- the patterns are intricate and clean, in swirls and spirals.

Chelsea wasn't sure if she was allowed to ask about the markings and chose not to ask just to notice them for now.
"So do you have any allergies, that they way they can be avoided?"