<div style="text-align: justify;">Veronika shook her head at Micky's comment.<br/><br/>"I am calm, <span style="font-style: italic">Welpe</span>*. You have yet to see me pissed off." After a pause, Veronika showed a rare smile. "Ask DD if you wanna know what I look like when I'm pissed. I was pretty damn pissed off when we first met. And if you wanna see me pissed again... ask Rem."<br/><br/>After this rare mirthful comment, Nika took a couple bags and put them in the kitchen. Despite being the only girl in the pack, she wasn't - lucky for her and everyone involved - the sole person in charge of the cooking. That would probably not have worked out for anyone, even her being able to cook. As it was, the chore being shared, it was probably better.<br/><br/>Leaving the bags in the kitchen countertop, Veronika started separating the things inside the bags she had picked out. It was a painfully methodical process, but that was Nika's personality, after all. "Is there anything here you'll need, or should I put everything away?", the girl asked, after finally ending her unpacking.</div><br/><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">*Translation: cub, pup</span>