The Sentinels hope is such a fragile thing

Her nose, keen as ever, scents the stranger before she, for Ann has decided that the stranger is female, reaches her eyes. She is not aware of where her shadow lies - behind her, forward, or perhaps even coming from her side - but Ann knows that the woman is near. As she walks, her knowledge hides behind a cyan gaze and her step is casual even after she knows she will be met by someone she has never seen before.

She appears in front of Andromeda, blocking off her path. Her voice is mellow and sweet - yet is there a hint of curiosity behind it that Ann can sense? The red woman smiles genially in return, hoping that will get the other to move, so she can continue getting a good feel of her new... habitat, for now.

Her own tail is still, and Ann's body calm - a stark (and she winks inwardly) difference to the other's enthusiastic wagging. If she absolutely must, she will. Ann forces her tail to move, satisfied with the twitchy jerks it gives in her awkward greeting and her own deep voice answers in return. My pleasure.