Blackfoot Forest Broken Drum

So he wanted a bodyguard now, didn't he? Well, this would be difficult. But Minna merely nodded, for she needed his trust, and quickly, if this were to work. So she looked at the female, then at Kierkegaard. This Pallas was despicable, a wrench, but Minna showed no such thing. She wanted to bury her fangs into someone, this female being a likely candidate. But she said none of these things, but looked at the female with an approving glance. "My apolagies, I know that times are rough." turning to Kierkegaard, she kept her expression carefully neutral as she said. "Very well, Kirkegaard. I will respect your word. Do you wish for me to show Pallas around?" she said sincerely. Being alone with the woman might allow her to learn more of her.