Shake it off and let's take a ride

Bellamy blew air out through her nares as she watched the stranger and his own companion that had arrived. Oceanic eyes met her own of green and the female bristled just a touch more, standing stiff, guarded, as she waited to see how he would hold himself. His words would at least bring a little comfort and, taking a breath Bellamy allowed her own fur to lay flat once more. She was still uncertain, but at least she was no longer in a hostile position. She kept her ears back, however, watching the male for a moment longer before letting her guard down enough to glance at Whiskers as she spoke.

“It… is alright.” She let out a sigh at the end of her words. “Sorry.” Ever since she was grabbed by Narcissa’s goons and drugged back to Lyenne she had been more careful about strangers approaching her and Gavroche. As much as Bellamy wanted to believe they were safe she wasn’t naive enough to think that danger might not strike again one day. If it did… she would be ready.

Whiskers shook her head and directed her dark gaze towards the male. “Manners, Bells. It’s a pleasure, sir. I’m Whiskers, and this young woman is Bellamy.”

Bellamy rolled her eyes and glanced towards the man. “Glad you’re not looking for trouble. I’ve had enough of that shit lately.” She frowned. “So what does bring you here then? Sightseeing?”