Nisha's eyes were a deep blue but there was something quite predatory behind them, even without calling upon her shark spirit to manifest. Those piercing hues focused on Kairi as she spoke up. Her gaze was intense but not unkind. She exuded control and alertness, body coiled. Muscles in her jaw worked as Kairi explained what happened and Nisha nodded. At the mention of "something" biting Kairi, she put up a hand, silencing the young woman as she turned to address the others at the party. "Relax, everybody. Frankie, how long 'till the pig's ready?" Frankie was crouching by the fire pit, peaking under a slab of stone where a whole pig was slowly smoking.<br/><br/>"Almost there," she reported, giving a little wave to Kairi.<br/><br/>"Make sure Lua doesn't eat it all," Nisha said, grinning toothily at a very petite woman. One wouldn't be able to tell by looking at her, but she held the record for best hunter among the tribe and had the appetite to match. The pig was almost as big as her but if they left her alone with it, it would be gone in seconds.<br/><br/>Once everyone had been put at ease, Nisha waved Kairi and Jango into the house to talk. The place was simple in cool colors with minimal furniture. A few pieces of tribal art hung on the walls as well as several family photos, mostly of Nisha and Jango, some of the tribe gathered together, and a few of a handsome man with a beard, sometimes holding Jango as a baby, sometimes embracing Nisha. In the pictures, Nisha looked like a different woman, her features soft and with less of a weight on her shoulders.<br/><br/>They sat in the living room, Nisha leaned forward in an armchair as she invited Kairi to sit on the couch opposite. "'Something' bit you. What kind of something?" Jango looked concerned.