Moving Day[STM members only please!]

They all gave satisfied answers. That is, all but one. After nodding sagely to each of the speakers, she turned her eyes on the bird-faced female. After a moment, she realized Birdface wasn't going to talk, and flashed a look of disappointment at her, like an elder looking upon a misguided pup, before returning to her normal starch expression.

I guess Birdface doesn't realize what I can do. I guess she also doesn't know that I was once in this pack... Dim World, I was one of the original pack members! I AM one of the original pack members. Ah, well, she'll find out soon enough.

She shrugged before looking past Birdface's shoulder, and smiled softly at a patch of one of her favorite plants, a small, weedy flower. The Angel's Trumpet.

She walked past Birdface to examine the patch of pretty flowers before ripping a few from their roots. Most would consider this suicidal, but the toxicologist wasn't an idiot. After all, what's the point of working with poisons if you haven't grown immune to their effects? Indeed, the first few weeks of working with poisons were absolute hell for her...

She turned and walked back to the hole, setting the plants beside the entrance, before turning back to the group.

"It's a pleasure to see you all. Well, most of you." she directed this to the writhing paws of Kaname, still trying to clear out her scent, to her guilty satisfaction. "So,we have... Sitri, Kaname," she turned to the bird-like female, "And since you obviously refuse to talk to me, I'll call you Birdface for now... And how about you, Miss?" She looked at the final female, losing all signs of impoliteness, "To whom do I have this pleasure of meeting today?"