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"Kay, cool," she responded, and then scrunched her nose, "Or not cool. 'Cause that wouldn't be cool." Hail no did she want an itchy, hurting nose. She pawed at it absently... placebo, placebo she told herself. As he shook the waters from his furs, not a drop hit her. The flirtatious Tiger, who had been out of character given the death of her latest paramour (due to it, actually), shrugged. "Y'missed me. You know what that means, right?" Tiger darted close to him, close enough, perhaps, that he might see the little stinger in her nose. "Means you gotta kiss me," she says matter-o-factly. To Tiger, this was nothing but harmless; her tail waved and she snickered, letting him know she was just messing around with him.

"Hey Sebastian. They call me Tiger," the irishwoman said. She had an actual name, long and difficult to pronounce; so most everyone here, aside from her sister herself, knew her as the moniker she had been given as a wee lass. "We haven't met, no, but it's good to meet you now!"