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Jhala snorts, rolling her eyes to the side. "Great to see ya too," she says, but noses towards the ground in a vague offer of company. Sit, the action said, let's catch up-- even though the pair really had no history together. "Do I look that uptight?" she then asks, quirking an eyebrow and studying the woman. Her gaze falls down to the painted paw on her shoulder, and Jhala can't help but stare. She sniffs, scrunching her nose up momentarily. 

"We're gon' change this right around real quick-- you in a cult?" she asks, her amber gaze trailing back up to the woman's face, head cocked to the side. "You don' seem like the religious type," she adds.