Hushed Willows I do taxidermy.

His gaze swept over her in a manner that was hardly subtle, and slightly taken aback, she shifted in the slightest. but Stark soon arrived, and her gaze flickered to him quickly, offering a slight smile quickly. but the other had her attention again very soon, with his odd way of speaking and the casual manner of which he delivered. a name was given; Hollis, and an intention soon after. 

he sought a place here, and though she understood the use of an extra set if fangs, the "keeping warm" threw her. what sort of skill was that? the Crook was warm enough, and offering ones body heat did not seem especially useful at a meeting such as this one. her confusion showed in the crinoline of her brows, and though a question waited on the tip of her tongue she stayed silent.