Firefly Glen the station on 44th

Nikan rose to his paws suddenly, lips curling over his fangs in a silent snarl as his temper flared, getting the best of him. He couldn't believe the Idiocracy of this girl, asking if he owed her a favor for his commands. "I would think me not ruining your pretty face is enough" he growled at her, eyes gleaming with the start of rage. "Go. Now. Perhaps if we come across one another again you can make a request of me" it was her last shot to escape unscathed, his hackles slowly rose and he readied himself to lunge if she further refused.