“Like you have any other choice, right?”

        Hot headed, as always. The wolf smirks a little, she’s unusually calm for someone who’s known to throw temper most of the time. Let’s not forget bodies. She doesn’t like him, it’s his accent. Irritating, reminds her of London.

        “Don’t think I ask for a name, but thanks Kat. Now I know who this belongs too.” She chucked a metal plate at his feet, his license plate barely recognizable. “Jackie, so what are you doing here?”

     _{“Now, what’s that supposed to mean?”}

  _{[ He doesn’t like the dialect of ambivalence she’s giving off, or has been giving off, for that matter –– Kat prefers subsidence, a quieter sort of respect. Not democracy, just balance. He is a little higher up there, after all. ]}

     _{“You were bound to get one anyway, dear. I like to make m'self known.”}

  _{[ He gazes at the destroyed license plate oddly, like he’s unsure whether to be infuriated or unnerved. He chooses the latter so he doesn’t lash out. ]}

      _{“Looking for someone. No one in particular, really, just potential. If you know what I mean.”}