Sara moved her head to the front door as a knock sounded against the wood. It wasn't long before the sound was followed by a person moving into the room and a new smell hit her nose. One that couldn't seem to settle on rather it wanted to be male or female or some strange thing in between. Usually such a smell indicated the person had had unnecessary surgery or was a changeling. A quick glance at the assembled group had her thinking it was probably the later.<br/><br/>Raising an eyebrow at the name, she had to wonder why it had sounded so familiar. She just could not place it though. When you can hear multiple conversations without really trying, it sometimes makes it difficult to know where and just how important something she picked up could be. Though she was fairly sure she heard the name before and for some reason she wanted to laugh. Maybe it was part of joke? Or...<br/><br/>The room had grown quiet after Craw had welcomed Maako into the folds of the Universus and Ruavia and Ashmedei made their introductions which helped bring Sara back to the present. Taking a look around, she figured out there were all staring at the male that still had the strong smell of fresh, baked bread. Blinking her eyes at him, she had to hide the small laugh that threatened to escape as he bent his head down to check to make sure his clothing was in the right place. For her part, she understood that those that weren't Lulves seemed to have this problem with being naked around others of their kind. She did not entirely understood why, but some of the other Lulves she spoke too sometimes seem to think it was cause clothes offered them a type of protection.<br/><br/>Flimsy protection was all she could think as she caught the scent of Adien's embarrassment and scooted her chair closer to his to pat his shoulder reassuringly. She moved her hand to pick up the small piece of leather that were being passed out.<br/><br/>Looking down at her shorts, she sighed and clutched it tightly in her hand. She did not even opened it, preferring to look at the others than open up her own. Surely they were all the same right? Besides, she was thinking more along the lines of how to tie the soft leather to her arm so she wouldn't lose it in a chase.<br/><br/>The smell of acidic smoke hit her like a club and she took a tumble out of her seat. Letting out a low growl in annoyance, she stood up and laid her hands on the back of the chair and looked toward Craw and Eirik. Where the source of the smell had come from.<span style="color: #8040FF">"Suddenly, I like your other smell better than this smoky one. Can we try not to do that..."</span>She went into a coughing fit as the smaller raven reappeared and left the message.<span style="color: #8040ff">"Can we try not to do that in enclosed spaces again? Or give some of us with more sensitive noses a bit of warning before?"</span><br/><br/>Moving her tongue, she gave her nose a quick lick as if trying to wash away the smell of smoke. Not that it helped, but it made her feel a little bit better in the long run. Settling back down into her chair, her ears perked up as the Saxian started to explain their next case. A woman murdered in her bed. Spear through the belly. She could not keep the low whine out of her voice at that detail. That was an awful way to die. Slow. Most likely very painful.<br/><br/>Sara turned her head towards Ashmedei and nodded slowly.<span style="color: #8040ff">"We will do our best certainly. Though if he should resist coming in, how much force are we allowed to use?"</span>She suspected it would not be a lot, but it was still nice to know. She hoped it did not come to it, but given the fact that the man was a suspect in the murder of his wife...Better to just keep the options open here.<span style="color: #8040ff">"Also. Do you have any string or even a long strip of leather so I can tie my sigil to myself?"</span>