Little miss future girl... Her heart skipped a beat. She decided to ignore the comment, her eyes narrowing instead. "Oh I know what's out there," she said calmly, almost too calmly. But generally if there was someone around she knew ahead of time without being seen. She'd just apparate out. This had happened too quickly. There had been not enough time to react. She'd felt the eyes on her first. And that had been a problem. She almost managed a smile. "But I don't think that hiding from it is the right message to send to my fans, Wil."
She moved a bit to the left, wand still out. She got a better look at the terrain around her and was getting a better picture of possible escape routes. "Oh I think that everyone has secrets," she said almost coyly. "Its part of human nature. The question isn't what they are, but how you use them."
Zee weighed the her reaction. No reaction on that insult... The rings were clearly the same. Exactly the same. Her research... the way the Lycan had moved... She didn't want to believe that that was him but it had to be. And the ring... her looked more worn, time had taken a toll on it, time, war, the pattern was more worn than his. But this man... he had it. It was his ring! Her response was simple. She actually found herself letting out a small chuckle shaking her head. "This old thing? It was a present from my father, and she gave it to me," she said the words chopily, trying to make a point. "If you'd read the conversation between me and your beloved," yes she'd ACTUALLY used the word beloved, weird, "you might have learned a few things. After all, a Drake protects their own." In her own way she'd given an answer and yet not given an answer. On her face was a certain very willful expression that was one none of her family used. It made her look older, her 31 years, a worn expression that showed she wasn't going to let anything happen... One that if she'd known about it, she might have known it was one her father - her real father - used...
He had the ring... He had the ring! She'd been told that it was her father's that it would bring her luck. She just... she never knew WHICH father. She'd never had the chance to ask gran. And it was more a part of her than a piece of jewelery. The initials PN were engraved in it, very much faded now but she remembered them. But that never meant anything to her