Ciara winces slightly at the thought of winding up with a death on your hands that you weren't prepared for. There were a few times, back in Scotland, when she hadn't learned to control her hunger toward human flesh quite well enough and, as such, had ended up ripping some poor sod's heart out just to satisfy her craving for fresh meat. Returning to her senses just after the kill was complete, a dead body lying in her lap, had not been something that the human side of Ciara had coped well with. Over the years, she'd learned to temper that side of herself, as well as to numb herself the the shock of murder. Similar incidents had happened over the course of her teenage life, but they didn't upset her anymore.

Death still fresh in her mind, Ciara doesn't take long to notice the slip of paper near her desk. She doesn't remember dropping anything, but it's entirely possible that she did. Shrugging, she reaches down and picks up the wayward paper. Unfolding it, her eyes scan over the lines to see what it could be. All she sees is a name, Hisoka Kurosaki, and two dates, a birth date and a death date. She folds the paper back up, confused. Ciara begins to reach over to Hisoka to return the paper and ask him about it, but notices that the three of them are beginning to draw a crowd. She carefully slips is between the back cover and last sheet of her notebook, planning to return it to Hisoka after class or once the commotion dies down.

Once done with that, Ciara returns to listening to Dimitri's borderline rant. He has many good points, though she can see that his words are upsetting Hisoka. She's unsure of how to deal with the other students that have decided to join the conversation. It's not exactly like the topic was supposed to branch out as much as it has. Now that it has, however, there's really nothing that can be done. With a nonchalant shrug, she grins amiably up at Kaji and X-oshi. "Cheers, gents." When X-oshi asks his question, however, Ciara's hopes for a calm discussion drop to almost nothing. There seems to be some unwholesome emotion between Dimitri and X-oshi that could turn this conversation into a full blown battle. Och, I hope that doesna happen. 'Twould be bad f'r us all...

Smirking back at Hisoka, "It not just the guitar, its what i hide along with it." It sucked that weapons werent allowed in class, even though most students had powers far beyond any normal weapon or person could do.