[ Feeling her eyes, Korol peers imperiously back over his shoulder. His eyes are cool and reptilian, but intent. After a moment, he turns again and continues to lead.

Sturmhond brings his free hand up to rest it on top of hers. ]

No, you're not. [ Simple agreement. He's read her file. ]

You're a Shadowhunter. Born to kill demons, I believe. That's why you're on Red. The Greens are the soldiers.