Reina sat on the beach, a large sweatshirt covering the upper half of her swimsuit. Wings don't really mix with swimsuits. She ignored perverted guys who asked her to take off her sweatshirt, come swim with them, get something to eat, etc.
She just watched the ocean, thanking herself that the whitecoats hadn't made her into a fish girl. She read the mind of some kid, who was checking out a girl. She read the girl's mind and she was about ready to go other and beat his butt in.
She prefered to be alone, but Reina had to admit something.. She was getting lonely. A twelve or thirteen year old couldn't live on her own forever? Seriously. Reina didn't even know how old she was. She really couldn't go on like this, could she now?