Noctisardor Bypass congratulations. you have found a waste-bin

Could she get a replay on that? The voice had called for her, ok, she was sure about that part, but she was awfully certain that voice was familiar. A ghost of her past, perhaps. Mostly because of the way the Teekons were, she assumed it'd be some wolf she'd met before briefly, that the familiarity was overblown. Still, she would go and see.

But no, the wolf that sat and waiting there was far more close a companion -- or had been in the past. Agent. Look, of her littermates, he was the one she'd much rather run into. Her sister? Oh hell no, she was not gonna tolerate her at all right now. So of all options, Agent was best. Still, aside from the fact that here was a face she could at least count on to act relatively predictably (for at least certain definitions of predictable), there was also the question as to why. Chance? She'd been first out, so she didn't know if Law had gone back and said anything (he hadn't, as far as she knew) or what. 

Still, best to temper expectations -- enough things had gone wrong that she wasn't keen on being positive, not that she was particularly an optimist, realist would be more likely, pessimist now. A slight wave of her tail, a tilt of her head, Wasn't expecting you to be dropping by. What brings you? She wouldn't wish for any particular answer, it'd jinx any she might happen to want.