Rider? Not Berserker? She glanced about, expecting an answer that did not immediately come. Until... there, a shimmer. No, mana. A form. A personage. A... boy? He seemed so young and plain. He killed his master? Or had she jumped to conclusions? Seeing this almost-weak looking boy roughly her own age, she she couldn't help but wonder if his old master killed himself from sheer disappointment. But no, this Servant gave off a feeling of... savagery? There was an undeniable aura about this boy, but what it meant she could not say. "So..." She rolled the word as if uncertain of how to follow, proffering Crux a "Any chance of getting rid of these command seals?" look. No, she was in this now. She tried to harness the grail and failed. Her only option now was to fight. To stay alive and perhaps even to win. "Rider then." Her goals now set, it was time to apply her greatest strength. Dedication. And a little over-confidence never hurts. "You've ended up with the most powerful master, Kalonia Ralston. I'm willing to consider a contract, but I need to know what you have to offer to this arrangement."