Arrow Lake fester

hm. a close-knit group leads to more opportunity. she could slink in close and learn weakness easily. playing nice was how she had done things the last time she entered the Teekons. no one knew her darkness. Natjuk had come close, though she had no inkling of where that man was now. a shame. she would have enjoyed seeing an old face. Huntington would not even blink at the woman's answers, however.

"I see" she gave, soaking up the fact that this woman was of a lower rank and unfit to accept her. a grunt doing work fit for a grunt. therefore, it was not ideal to speak of herself to this one. her eyes left the other's face, scanning for the men that the other mentioned. with any luck - or fate - they would come and give an audience. until then, the skull-clad woman fell silent. she would only speak if spoken to next.