Sleepy Fox Hollow potage.

He didn't put up much of a fuss about lunch, to her chagrin. But when he goes on to ramble about Donovan's little band of rogues she feels a groan pulling its way out of her throat before she can curtail it. She's taking a breath and looking up at the sky for a moment, then closes them, like she's pinching her nose to obfuscate a ream of emotions as they play across her previously empty face.

Once she is a little bit more composed she takes a deep breath and slowly lets it out. Yes, I know of Donovan. Did she need to go in to details? For a moment Stryx mentally berates herself for not recognizing the scent the man carries with him - its so telling. She's an idiot. But, she also had that little arrangement with Donovan's crew and was, at the very least, holding up her end of the bargain.

She ignores the invitation. This is the third attempt the Saints have made to enlist her; was there no communication among these brutes? How many times would she have to deny them before they were all on the same page? But it wasn't this man's fault he did not know - he must have been new to the band.

How did you wind up with them? You seem too.. civilized.