Ankyra Sound once you kill a cow, you gotta make a burger

There was something to be said for the girl when she fired back at him without holding her tongue. He smirked wildly, cupping his ears forward to collect all that she had to say before he shrugged his shoulders and nodded his head. It was fair; he was occupying her time when she had better things to be doing. Ford wondered how long he could entertain her company before she had grown too tired of him and ventured off on her own. More than this, he wondered if he could gather any further information from her.

“Mmm, you have to understand. I've only just met you,” he explained to her with a light canting of his skull. The mismatched colors of his eyes seemed to lock onto the dark mask that colored her face. He thought that it was just as unique as his own. “I don't know you, or why you're searching for this girl. What if you mean to cause her harm? Anyway, good luck with your search...” the titan offered her as his form of reasoning.

In his mind, Ford thought of Dalia and he knew that there would have had to have been a great power of persuasion for him to sell out the grey-furred girl who had joined his numbers. She was vital to his goals of obtaining the bay, and she had proven herself to be dutiful to the ocean. The warhound turned his frame away from her and nodded his head politely.