Horizon Ridge Slime is not a crime

The girl's eyes wander over Huā as she questions her. The siren found her difficult to read, for now- what was that look? Was she sizing her up- what for? A fight? She hoped not... she was certainly enjoying her company so far. Shaking away the thoughts of paranoia, she focused on answering. 

 I now live at Rusalka. It is pack inland. A glance is paid towards the forests boredly. She cared not to look at it, and instead found her gaze back on the woman. Gaze traces over her figure- she knew the meaning of it on her end, of course. This woman, despite her age, was a bit cute. Warm cheeks under soft dark fur, she looks away, shying. Continuing about Rusalka to fill the quiet, Those people, I don't like. It seems I meet better people out here, alone on beach...