[hr][hr][h1][b][i][color=efb4a0][center]Bartholomew Rosecliff [/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1][hr]
	Lucky gave a hiss, before shirking back into the bag, clearly put off by the woman. Bart, on the other hand, raised an eyebrow before shooting a concerned look back towards his cat. Then the woman spoke... some dialect of Chinese, best as he could tell. Nothing he knew, so shrugged it off. "[color=efb4a0]Oh come on, This city can't be that bad.[/color]" He said innocently, "[color=efb4a0]I know the crime rate's a bit higher than normal, but people are people, and people are good, more often than not.[/color]" Bart insisted. Maybe he was naive, but he didn't believe in outright malevolence. "[color=efb4a0]And besides that, who'd ever hurt such a cute kitty?[/color]" He said, with a chuckle and a grin.

	At this point, Bart sat down across from the woman, and tilted his head, looking her in the eye. "[color=efb4a0]See, I'm a naturally curious person, I ask questions, learn, and solve problems. It's kind of my thing.[/color]" He explained. Between the deaths and the way this woman was acting, this whole situation was drawing Bart's attention like a moth to a flame. He couldn't stop asking questions now if he wanted to. "[color=efb4a0]So, I'm afraid I don't really have a choice when it comes to answering that question, I don't [i]want[/i] to know. I [b]need[/b] to know.[/color]" He leaned in, eager to hear what the woman might have to say. He then drew back for a second ,"[color=efb4a0]But first, where are my manners?[/color]" He said, remembering himself, "[color=efb4a0]My name's Bart, yours?[/color]" He asked, extending his hand out to shake her hand.