Dragons and Trouble

The worst thing about the island, she'd come to realize?
The people.
Ugh.
All of them had such flashy powers, like shifting and breathing fire and being all macho. There wasn't any appreciation for anything else, so long as you could burn a house down yourself. Not that R couldn't - no, she had, once - but that had been messy as all hell. Where was the appreciation for the dark things, the little things? The little people?
They'd see soon, of course. But for now, she'd try not to get arrested. Who had time to be arrested anyway?
She pulled one of the few cigarettes she had left from out of her coat pocket, and brought it to her lips, forgetting she had no lighter (damn her for forgetting it in her dorm!). It was still therapeutic to pretend, though. And plus, if people saw she was a smoker - well, they'd leave her alone.
Speak of the devil, apparently - because as soon as she thought that, she spotted a rather large, furry... lizard? Bird? ....Bat? Thing? - fly through the sky nearby, landing practically right next to her, around the corner. Wait for it... wait for -
Yep. He'd shifted back into a human, just as she'd expected. Half the damn people on this island could shift into something.
Nevertheless, those glowing green eyes - even thinking the phrase made her hold in a laugh - found her. Her honey-colored ones gave him a once over. Seven-foot-something. Bloodred hair. Piercing green eyes. Probably giving her own comparably tiny form a once-over as well. That was fine with R. He looked to be a bit younger in human form than she was. Maybe a high-school sophomore?
"Yo."
"Yo," she shot back coolly, giving him a sharp but somehow worldly glance. "Got a light?"

@Saber

"No. There are a billion people here, obviously." She gestured to the empty, deserted space around them. A smirk, as she leaned back on the wall, fishing out her cigarette from her pocket. For once, she was thankful for the other person she'd met on the roof - Murphy's cigarettes, although a bit beat-up, were of good quality. Well, to her, anyway. R took the chance to light her cigarette off of the guy's lighter, and seemed to sit there, just contemplating the cool November evening.
After a few seconds - and a namedrop as to who the guy was - she turned her head lazily towards Virgil. "R," she greeted.
"There's a rest of the name, but if I told you, you'd probably end up on the front pages of the newspaper in a body bag."
A slick grin, as she analyzed his appearance some more. English accent - came from England proper, probably. No matter how light it was, there was that little hint that always told what accent a person had. The look he'd given her was intelligent (stunningly) and a little intense for maybe a three-second glance, but it was okay. Because she saw fire in those eyes. Either a rival or an ally... or a friend?
No, preposterous.
She could tell he was smart, though. Maybe not as smart as, say, Capone or Einstein or any other science person, but smart. She could almost see the cogs in his brain turning, thinking.
Yes, he could be interesting.

@Saber

"I didn't say that it wouldn't be easy - just that you'd end up in a body bag." R shot a toothy smirk at him. It'd been a long time since someone with a brain had talked to her. Well, and Murphy, but that was justifiable.
While he essentially psychoanalyzed her, she only sat there, contemplating and analyzing him as well. Obviously he was smart; the flattery and the subtle hint at a threat, plus the fact that he was literally analyzing her as she thought, proved that. Trying to be charming (the flattery) - and the context clues implied he must have been a hit back in... what was it? Somewhere in England, if the accent was anything to go by. And by the sound of it, he was really enjoying playing psychiatrist.
"Flattery will get you everywhere, I guess." She took a drag on her cigarette, the smoke filling the cool air of the evening. "Congratulations on passing the psych test."
Ah, sarcasm.
"You come up here to get away, don't you?" R asked casually.

"Might be true," she lamented, leaning back against the wall, "but people try. Why do you think flattery and money exist?" It was true, wasn't it? Money and flattery - the two tricks that helped get a guard down. Of course, there was also just outright threatening them, but damned if that worked.
"If you're so inclined as to ask what I want, then, sure. I want to become a banker. Or a mob boss. A businesswoman. Flattery might not take you all the way there, but it'll get you at least partway." Funny how that was, actually.
She could tell - she'd caught his interest, and he had caught hers. But she wasn't really concerned with people, really. Not even tall ones, or ones with green eyes. R rolled her eyes, and let out a bitter sound, somewhere between a laugh and a scoff. "You won't find true quiet anywhere. People as a whole are larger than life. They never shut up. Even here - you were expecting quiet, but you were handed trouble on a silver platter."
"Do you smoke?"

"There's no 'we' in success," R commented simply, playing with the cigarette in her hands. "I don't intend to have anyone take that away from me." It was that simple, wasn't it?
Don't let anyone close, and no one will hurt you.
"Well, then, you must draw it like a magnet," she replied, giving Virgil a slight smirk. "Sometimes that's not a bad thing, hm? Good deeds can only take you so far. If you truly want to do anything, rules are your enemy."
Another quiet puff of her cigarette.
"You want one?"