Finir staggered back a bit from the turbulence of the mana blast that hit Maya, and looked to the source. His blazing eyes fell on the form of 'Serena,' apparently an angel herself, and Bianca's sister as he overheard her quivering voice.
Finir took a moment to look at the two angels, then rolled his eyes, facing nothing in particular.
"...Oh, great. The good-sibling-evil-sibling-dilemma.
Then he focused on Serena with an irritated glance.
"Let me guess: you're the death of the party, aren't you?"
Pinkie Pool's archnemesis: Oatmeal.