"The Phoenix of Blues, right?" Said a rather young voice from behind the Armoured woman, the sounds of footsteps becoming louder as she approached. "Quite the monument." Her eyes grazed over the sculpture, it's jagged and smooth edges. She was glad in a dark brown leather armour, with a black cape flowing down her back and going to her waist. Her hair was cut short, almost shoulder length, and she bore a mask on her face that cover her lips and nose, leaving her eyes exposed.