Round Devotion

Toxicity took a long moment to evaluate the splotched man critically as he spoke. She hummed, he could be lying and she had no reason to trust him. Was it worse to have Venom sending someone to watch her, or for Venom to be pretending she not exist at all. Huffing, Tox dropped off her next batch of wood, "It's not a problem." She relented, turning to him and regarding him with her edge dropped if only slightly. "Then, I'm doing fine, albeit the little ones I carry with me. How are you?" Toxicity asked more out of obligation than genuine care. "Did you come for more work?"