Despite her goatlike features, it wasn't in her nature to be stubborn, and she only grimaced slightly as Red all but invited themselves and their companion to escort her all the way home. As foolish as it would be to turn down their offer of protection, she was afraid at even the possibility of the two straying into the Good Doctor's notice. She wasn't really supposed to socialize with others, after all, she was supposed to<i>work</i>. It wouldn't have been the first time he had abducted an unlucky being or two for his work, and she would never forgive herself if that same fate befell them.<br/><br/>Something about Red's expression set her on edge as well. There was  a crafty glint in their eyes that suggested they were deep in thought over something, but she was almost afraid to press further. Despite the stigma around shadowlings, they didn't seem malicious, at least as far as she could tell. Gray was harder to read, but it was difficult to see him as a threat after he had just saved her. Ultimately, the decision seemed to be made for her, and she watched as Gray transformed, shifting from a particularly-hirsute man to a full-fledged wolf.<b>"If you insist,"</b>she acquiesced finally, still somewhat uneasy but nevertheless taking the arm Red offered. If they wished to escort her all the way back, the wolf could likely simply follow her scent back the way she had come, retracting her steps.<br/><br/>With Gray leading the way, they made to leave the black market, taking one of the twisted cobblestone paths. At Red's question, she glanced down at her satchel. The pressure around her throat had not gone away, but the geas only prevented her from disclosing the origin of her nature, not his everyday work.<b>"I was sent to meet with one of the Doctor's contacts,"</b>she explained.<b>"He's, well, a po--"</b>She coughed suddenly, hand going up to her throat as a pained look crossed her face. The episode seemed to pass quickly, however, and she cleared her throat, ears flicking back in a brief show of frustration.<b>"...Hunter."</b>Right, it wouldn't do to bring the Butcher's less-savory dealings to light. While not very active in the Fae courts, far too busy with his work, he still commanded a good deal of respect. Though she suspected there were plenty who might support his shadier work regardless, it wasn't something he wished to share with the "lower" beings.<br/><br/><b>"As for what these are, I'll admit that I'm not entirely sure myself." </b>She gave the satchel a pat, as if assuring herself that all three jars were still present and intact.<b> "But I'd hazard a guess at least one of them was ripped out of some unfortunate beast for him to dissect and study."</b>She suppressed a heavy shudder, remembering the cold marble slab, the too-tight straps, candlelight glinting off a descending scalpel.<b>"Or it'll be used in one of his alchemical experiments, maybe." </b>