Her mind wanders far from where she's at, even through time; to her past. Her real parents she had never known, and the couple that had adopted her had been a strict part of a group of traveling assassins. They had been the ones that had given her current name, and her training. But succeeding in a pack where the most important thing is the blood that runs through their veins isn't an easy task; in fact in this particular pack it was impossible; all being too proud of their prestige through their family ties. Maybe this explained her minor obsession with being treated as equal, or at least being respected as her own individual. Either way it was clear that the cold female had a very loose term of what family was or what was expected.

Despite her mind's wanderings her eyes catch movement bringing it back to the present. He was smaller and lighter in frame compared to her, with a mottling of dark brown and a lighter tone of the same color. She seeks eye contact with the male as he speaks, and though it was more of a statement she answers him. "Maybe it's a little of both, though for my mind, it may already be too late." She responds in a somewhat breezy manner. Confidently she approaches him, only to stop a few comfortable feet away facing him. "I go by the name of Frostbite, what's yours?" Curious to at least know a little bit of the male who graced her with his company.