dark devotion

Toxicity took the man's grunt as fine enough reason and she went to work. She was painfully aware of his presence, listening to every step and action he took. Her mind kept asking herself why was he here. It didn't make sense. He didn't say his name, she hadn't offered hers. He smelled of the pack. He got to work. Toxicity had no qualms with him nor his behavior it was just... out of place in her quiet little shrine.

Tox worked between two bamboo walls for what seemed like forever as she waited to see if the man had anything else to do or say. Eventually, she brought herself to the bamboo and peered through a tiny crack to watch him while he worked. He was large, horned, and had interesting markings. He didn't seem to be a Klein, and he certainly wasn't an Abraxas. She watched for a little more than was needed to give herself the courage to approach him again. He should be finishing up, anyway. Toxicity took a brief moment to tidy herself- no sense in looking like a total slob. Finally, she came out towards where Hattori worked and cleared her throat.

"Did- uhm- did you come here for any reason specifically?" she asked, her eyes only flicking to his momentarily before she chose to look at his work instead. Her body held its pride and rank in its posture, but her nervousness was apparent in her eyes. She shifted her weight slightly, "Or did you need something?"