While she may have distanced herself from the other Refugees, Aya would be damned if she forfeited her love of music.

Deep down inside she found herself a little touched by his politeness, even during this extremely dire battle. She stepped onto the disk and took her strange-looking "blade" up in her hand. At his other suggestion, though, she smirked a little, "Let's hold off on that and surprise him with it when he least expects it. Like flying at his face, then suddenly...poof!"