Carmine turned her dark slitted eyes on the young man near the destroyed bench, who had spoken to her. She watched him silently for a long moment, staring out from under a shock of fiery red hair. She considered how to respond to the young man's tirade and his awkward greeting. "Some of us [b][i]are[/i][/b] born with claws, though..." She said quietly. She strolled towards the man and stopped a few feet away from the bench he was seated on. Lightning quick, her tongue flicked out and back in again. The young man had a complex scent, the taste of cooking food soaked into his skin. Carmine tilted her head slightly to one side as she returned his greeting. "Hi." She opted not to wave however, remaining slumped with her arms hanging at her side.