Lost Creek Hollow Don’t’cha know eh?

After the way the pups were acting at the meeting, she was pretty sure he wasn't going to want to show up anywhere near them any time soon.  But he did call, so that was good.  She headed to meet him, dipping her head briefly in greeting before moving right on to business -- it wasn't like she was good at that sort of thing anyway.  It was probably for the best.

She looked him over in that typically critical way, So tell me.  What is it you want to do?  It was fairly open-ended on the surface.  Really, though, she couldn't figure him out.  Sure, there was the surface-level wanting to stay alive part, but what about beyond that?  He didn't seem like he was trying, even though she'd been too busy to go out of her way to make things more miserable.  Joss had done quite a good job of doing that himself, from the looks of it.  Perhaps he was just a bit dense.  Hell, maybe he liked it.  Arbiter wasn't exactly sure.  Then again, she was also one who took as much was allowed and then some -- if there was ever a limit, she'd push at it to get what she wanted.