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The fact that Hex did not simply to tell her to fuck off was a good start. "among friends" doubly so. Here was one well of potential camaraderie that had yet to be poisoned before she even arrived. 

“[color=ACE7EA]I am Sabrina while we are here with the others, Advent when we are in the field. Though people often just call me Doc regardless.[/color]” 

The fact that this Glav was apparently immortal was fascinating, speak of such a fact so casually doubly so. She would have have continued to ask about the creature if the ‘cute’ comment hadn’t taken her so of guard. It was rare for someone else to react to here creatures with anything but distaste, suffice to say Sabrina was extremely happy at this development. Biter wagged its long spiny tail and panted excitedly at the slightest pet because when it came down to it they were effectively just a very weird looking dog. As for where they came from:

“[color=ACE7EA]I make them, the integration of magitechnology and life is my area of study, these two are results of that work. For example: they used to be a malnourished stray but Biter here now runs perpetually on his own willpower.[/color]” 

She also turned them into a small dragon thing and chipped their brain, the fact that this was weird and maybe cruel and unusual was more or less lost on her. The sentiment would probably also have been lost on Biter if they could understand the concepts, though that might have been the chip or the fact that they were a dog that got more energetic the more excited they were, which incidentally was what the vents where for. Turns out few things have more willpower than a dog that has been told it is a good boy protecting their's master.

The happy moment of one of the cleaners not recoiling in disgust at her creation was quickly brought to an end by the appearance of Liza’s arm, feelings of joy immediately replaced by concern (and the potential to get "I'm helpful" points). She recognized them as bite marks, she sometimes got them while training her creatures, though the ability to make them feel guilty about biting her generally made such occurrences a one off. There were so many of them, from scars to relatively fresh marks, all indicating a very aggressive animal that had nonetheless been kept around. That or she had a habit of fighting dogs or it was some kind of gang thing but considering Glav's existence, it was probably the first. They had not been treated properly, and with the number of them it was fortunate she had not gotten an infection or suffered from gangrene.    

Keeping her voice so as to not cause a scene

“[color=ACE7EA]What happened to your fore-arm? It looks like something's been biting it. Allot. I can maybe fix that, the wounds that is, the scars too if you want.[/color]”