Mudminnow River obscura

Okay, apparently her attempt to not absolutely destroy the conversation had destroyed it anyway. Her initial response to the paler man's glare was to just blink at him a couple of times with a completely blank expression. That broke when the darker one spoke -- Holland -- her gaze snapped to him as he talked. She then dipped her head politely, Arbiter. From Legion, the pack nearest here. AKA why she came to a full and complete halt to see who these guys were.

But then she looked back to the other guy. For Arbiter, the way she asked the following question made her sound like a more normal person than usual -- instead of the cold creature she was, Do you have a problem? Her head tipped the other way. Her interest in his attitude was momentary, but hey, amusing while that lasted. After all, she hadn't even had a chance to say anything callous enough to deserve that sort of treatment from him. Oh sure, she could believe that might have happened anyway, but usually she expected to get a few comments in edgewise first.