Ghost in the machine

Not a lot takes Calliope by surprise. From her experience with the eclectic group that called themselves the Raiders, it was never safe to assume how a stranger would act. When said strangers are friendlier, it does make the interaction easier. Less stressful for her to try and posture in a way that makes her bigger, stronger, better. Intimidating is what Calliope aimed for, but here, right now, in the middle of this barren land, she felt more like a pup. Felt as if she didn't need to be nasty, but the other girl's positive and bubbly attitude did grate her nerves the wrong way.

Keeping her expression a casual and more on the flatter side, she lest out a thoughtful hum as the girl explains being here and introduces herself. "Calliope Fallen," she returns, a slight nod of her head, another few swishes of her tail. Her eyes glance around, noticing how easy it would be to dump bones here if need be. "Doesn't seem to be much worth lookin' at," Calliope says as she returns her eyes back to Jay, a slight raise of her brow. "Don't blame ya for not expectin' anyone. Place is kinda dull, ain't it?" She asks, her lips giving a mix of a smile and something indescribable.

"Speech"