The spy who sorta knows stuff.

Ah, so he would send the girl first. Sneaky. Resin hoped that the girl wouldn't be offended or upset at his little jest. The womans longer golden eye took in the sight of the spy. She was oddly colored which could work against her in her chosen profession. Resin would suggest getting a cloak when this was all over. She was small as well enough rolled work to her advantage. She still came from downwind so her scent was thick in the air.

As the girl neared Resin noted the demure disposition that she took. Black ears flicked forward as she spoke and she pulled her attention from the curved steel claws that she was sharpening. Looking for Meadow? Seashells? The scarred womans gaze narrowed as she continued to play the part. Her deep rumbling tones crept free with one single word. "No." She wouldn't make it easy for her. She then went back to sharpening the claws on her bracers, sliding the metal ominously over stone.

Resin hoped that Sirius would show himself soon. One of his companions was most likely scoping out the scene. Her own were hidden in the long grass, not that they were really companions. Scavengers and long time nuisances was more like it.