Of course. Let me just change out of this dress and I'll meet you there.

Taura turns up a few minutes later in eye searingly bright pink ship knits and black combat boots, ready to spar. Her claws are currently filed down to blunt tips, so she only has to watch her strength. She won't have to worry about accidentally scratching him.

"Hey. You had a rough port too?" She won't push him to talk about it, but that seems like a safe assumption.

I guess not. It just seems a little more personal and friendly to say hello in person.

Is there anything you want to tell me, or anything you need this month?

Well, at least you aren't asking for grenades. [Norton did that during their temp pairing.]

I've armed inmates before, but I do prefer to stick to non-lethal weapons until I get to know someone a little. Are you a decent shot, or are you only used to blades?

Thank you. I don't take into account whether someone is a warden or an inmate when I'm deciding whether to trust them. [Which isn't to say she trusts blindly, just that that isn't one of her criteria.]

I don't have a species. Where I come from, humans are the only sentient species we've encountered so far. [Not just a human majority society, an entirely human society presented with an eight foot tall woman with fangs and claws.] I'm mostly human, but jumbled together with whatever animals a committee of scientists thought might be useful. There's a reason I'm not going back, even though I eventually found people I love there.