With Arlen, outside... [@Dark Light]

Even the scrapes along the dirt soon silenced. She drew the sound away from them somehow making his focus... effectively singular. In Paisley's many years of life, she had used this tactic in a multitude of ways. Through business, fights and the ever-exciting escape. It was an incredible, noticed, but untraceable feat.

A smile spread while he composed himself, hands folded neatly before her lap to play with the rest of that long, pale fur coat. 

The fancy bow was met with a curtsy. "[color=#6666cc]My name is Paisley. I've been travelling for a very long time.[/color]"

She moved forward, placing herself a breath away from him. Her eyes met his own with a burning secret but it passed as intrigue. "[color=#6666cc]Oh, an extinguisher of the damned. You must have the most interesting tale of betrayal and hatred.[/color]" Perhaps he'd change his tune, getting to know her without bias. She was [i]excellent[/i] at keeping secrets. "[color=#6666cc]Perhaps I'll be lucky enough to hear it, someday.[/color]"

Buried in the fur it went without notice: Her left thumbnail grew sharp and long. Though she'd just fed the urge, the hunger never truly went away. She brought her other hand up to hide a wider, toothy smile. No fangs here, folks. "[color=#6666cc]A zombie? I wonder if her appetite is for the human mind or something else. Have you considered asking?[/color]" Perhaps the poor dear was starving herself, trying to find a place where she might belong.

"[color=#6666cc]If you wouldn't mind carrying my suitcase[/color]," Paisley smiled again, shrugging a shoulder playfully. Her right arm swept out, the hint of a tattoo upon her shoulder shone through that dense fur coat. She offered herself to him politely, giving the green light to lead her inside.