Date Ochiael: Honestly? As mousy as she was, Hala did enjoy a bit of flirting. She particularly liked being on the receiving end of said flirting, because it made her feel warm and fuzzy, and it boosted her fragile self-esteem, because she was pathetic. It didn't happen often, either. This was a treat. "You're very kind." she told Ochiael with a light exhale, "And you... you don't have to pay much attention to me. Maybe you're just the kind of man to do this sort of thing for fun, and, well, I guess I'm not unfamiliar with that." She let out a shaky laugh. Haha, not funny. "So, maybe you don't really care for a date, but... I'm open to making tea for you, if you would like that. We can have a nice lunch by the window... Or, we could go riding, or gamehawking, anything you'd like to do..."
Befriend Farren: "I like your lizard... things..." Hala told Farren. She wasn't entirely sure what to call either Toxtricity, and so tried to not linger on them for very long, but her mind always came drifting back... "I don't know much about your creature battling, or whatever, except that I don't think it would be much different from cockfighting. Not that there's anything wrong with that, I think. It's not like it's uncommon where I'm from, but..." She paused, and then shook her head. That was enough of that. "I would like to watch you, at least, your band, or your battling. Both, I think would be... nice." The only problem here was that Hala has never heard punk music in her life. We'll see how that plays out.
Avoid Aamona: "You're a... demon? Half-demon? A half-demon demon hunter?" Hala wasn't sure how that worked, but nevertheless it was alarming to her, who was raised to reject all things even remotely evil. Aamona, for example. Was this woman possessed? Was that what was going on with her? Was the the spawn of a succubus? An incubus? A bus? Who knows, and Hala wasn't about to find out, already rattled to the bone by this poor woman who she had never spoken a word to prior to this little meeting. She wrung her hands in her lap and looked down, her brows furrowed. "I'm sorry." she muttered, "I think it's best if I... if I left, yes? Best for the both of us..."