Sea Lion Shores Sister’s in the drive in movies, brother’s at the old high school.

She'd hit a nerve. Raleska apprised him dryly. Almost approvingly at that, as Miranda immediately issued a soft-fisted and challenging rebuke. Fair play, Raleska thought -- and how often had he heard that his entire life? Surely she couldn't be the first.

A faint ghost of a smirk came and went along the twist of her muzzle. She was intuitive enough to pick up some sort of discomfiture, but the depth of it was unknown to the dark-headed girl. Explaining he was here on Erzulie's behest, Raleska's tension ebbed ever so slightly. "She likes the orange ones." Raleska offered unhelpfully. She didn't know the name, but she remembered Erzulie had used them as a balm on Raleska's injuries on more than one occasion. "I think those are right." Motioning to what hed managed to secure, Raleska kept an ear towards him as she looked up the coastline. Maybe she was used to being followed. Once you'd lived through a war or two, it had a way of sticking -- haunting you, even. "Just used to enemies, is all."