"Are we done for today?" she asked. The other deer conversed with each other for a few moments, murmuring acknowledgements before slowly walking off to various exits out of the utter mess of a room. If that seemed like an unnecessarily rushed exit to you, it seemed that way to Handy as well. Bambi, for Handy had yet to learn her name, stood up, cleared her throat, and turned around. She looked upon the gathered collective with a practised disdain that Handy was all too familiar with seeing in the royal court... or giving himself to certain people who drew too near to his shit list for their good health. Her eyes were a stark bright red, the colour of a ripe apple found in a children's colouring book. It was an intimidating shade that looked immensely out of place on the graceful, gentle features of the doe... an effect that was undermined by the lampshade she wore that she promptly knocked off her head as an afterthought. "You are dismissed," she said simply, her voice the gentle swaying of leaves on a summer's day wind.