Haunted Wood Home is Where the Heart Is

Carefully she observed him. Despite having little ability in socializing, she was good enough at reading body language... somewhat of an instinctual knowledge more than anything, what to avoid, what to defend from, what looks friendly enough - and that was about it. From him, he didn't come off as any of those... casual perhaps? Ruby eyes narrowed onto him as she tried to figure it all out, less so out of annoyance, but more so now as a study. 

Tartok? What the hell was that? Conquest Rache. Introductions, she knew that much at least. Just state the title you go by since birth, simple enough. What do you want, Tartok? Well, she decided that was the name she would use for him instead of asking for him to return the favour.