Roxy looked up at the like almost everyone she had ever met the other woman was taller than her. She had accepted that at barely five feet tall that would be the case more often than not. But she refused to allow that to intimated her in anyway. She glared at the empath. [color=blue]"My name is Roxy. I have been sent to be your Anchor. I hope you don't have alot of shit because I need to get back to the city."[/color]

She could not and would not live here. She was a city girl. She had always been one. She would always be one. They were suppose to find a way to live and work together. But Roxy had never been good at compromise. She had fight too hard to get the life she had. She wasn't going to give it up just because this chick felt other people's emotions. As much as she wanted to be needed and wanted she doubted that the empath wanted this anymore than she did. She would hate being dependent on someone just to be able to live any sort of life.