"Oh god. It's a doggie." "A what?" "A dog! look!" Alice stood, running to the dog. The Shepard took a defensive stance, preparing for the worst, but the gentle hands that graced his head calmed him quickly. A hand under the chin, moving to his stomach. "Oooh, who's a cute little doggy?! You are! Yeah you are! Ooh, he has blood on his mouth and it's fresh...EVEN BETTER." The dog got into the apartment a little and was on his back as Alice scratched at his ribs and stomach, giving him a huge amount of compliments and cutesy comments. Killian stood up, stepping over to the dog and kneeling down. "You're too groomed to be a stray...where's your owner?" He stood up and went to the door, peering out. He saw a woman walking down the hall towards the apartment. "Hey down there! Your dog came in here, least I think it's your dog. Am I going to have to shoot you?! Not really in the mood right now, and your dog is cute...uh...want some potato chips?!" She stopped where she was and drew back her bow, having nocked an arrow for safety's sake before entering the building. With the tip just out of her sight and aimed at the man's head she glared. She wasn't one for suprises. However, this man seemed okay at first sight. Slowly, the woman approached loosened the tension on the string and lowered the weapon. He would be okay if there were no traps in the next room. Even though she didn't sense anything amiss she didn't risk un-nocking the arrow or letting her fingers stray too far. She stood outside the apartment door examining the interior carefully. Instead of properly introducing herself or even bothering to keep the conversation going at all she whistled sharply. In seconds Chevy was bouncing to her side panting and wagging his tail. "Aww." "Sorry, Alice has an affinity for dogs. They like her for some reason." She just glared at him and went back to sitting.

He stuck his hand out to greet her. "Killian." But he didn't get a shake in return, just a stare..."Strong silent type?" She looked between the strange man and the hand offered to her but refused to take it. "Jera," she squared her shoulders and nodded, "Sorry, can't say I'm much for conversation or new friends in light of certain circumstances... Thanks for not hurting my dog." He took his hand back and smiled. "No problem. I'm not an idiot, I don't kill without a reason. Thanks for not shooting me with your bow...is that carbon fiber or painted wood? It looks really good. Oh, my apologies, come in if you want. Not sure how safe the other rooms are or how stable they are, but this one has a lot of the old amenities. Like blankets." "CLEAN ONES TOO!" "Quiet you." Stepping back into the apartment, they shut the door again and sat down. Though Jera didn't join them on the furniture. He handed her a small bowl of chips. "Where do you come from, Jera?"