In one hand, she twirled a pen around her fingers. Ink coated the writing tool, slid down to drip from it's point when she stilled her movements, "Some people call me Nancy, Mary or mam, but of the name Paige, I've always been a fan." using the pen, she drew a little shape in the air. It looked almost like a small dragon, arms, legs and wings all shaped differently from the other. It flew around his head, "You, my friend, aren't as human as you seem. Or perhaps this shape is only in dream?" -NP