Firefly Ravine One Last Step

Shortly after her own arrival, Depp had made his appearance. She paid him no mind, just barely acknowledging him after his approach, her main focus being on the stranger before her. At her companion's question, she'd allowed her shoulders to rise and then fall slightly, shrugging in response. She knew not who the stranger was, and her glare sent towards the man at her side once he'd nudged her conveyed just as much. Her throat almost seemed to burn with incoherent words that begged to be released and sicced upon her co-leader, but, somehow, she'd managed to hold them all in. There was a clear look of annoyance that remained in her gaze, still, even after she'd discreetly taken a step away from the eccentric fellow.

The bowing of his head was recognized, but not commented upon. Sen saw no reason to make a big deal out of it, though the traces of a smirk that then touched her face betrayed her innermost feelings. Even at the mention of his previous status in a pack, the expression did not falter, seeing no reason to jump down his throat over something that was, clearly, in the past. "Zephyr... what an interesting name," she'd commented, her voice raising slightly, perhaps to ensure her companion did not miss her words. "What happened to your past pack?" The question lacked finesse, but then again, that wasn't something new. The Gorgon wasn't one to beat around the bush, finding situations to turn out far better if one just jumped right to the chase. For the time being, she'd pushed his skill set to the back of her mind, wishing to hear his tale before continuing forward.

"Oh, my name's Sen, by the way," she'd added shortly after, nearly forgetting to return the mundane gesture. "And this is Depp." Her muzzle flicked in the pirate's direction, pointing him out even if it wasn't necessary. Had it been, however, her movement was too quick to prove useful, for she would not allow herself to linger upon the leading man.