He turned his head to look at the girl, startled. “Just a weean” he thought and forced himself to regain his composure. She asked if he was on patrol and he cleared his throat before responding, hoping she could understand him through his thick accent. “Er…No am no.” He said calmly. It hadn’t occurred to him before but paroling might have been the smart thing to do, given his rank. He shook out his fur already starting on a mental barrage for not upholding his duties and sat. “Nae reason no tae start a suppose.” He mumbled, mostly to himself. “’N yersel?” He asked. He had wanted company and now that he’d gotten it he was at a loss for what exactly he should do. The end of his tail thumped the ground pensively as he awaited a response, mentally preparing himself for another round of “What the fuck are you saying?” although Artemis didn’t seem too bothered by it.
