<div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn24/SociallyToxicBeauty/4491fcb8-f42f-42b6-bbd6-b1f08a1002fa.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #FF40FF"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Paislee</span></span></div><br/><br/>There was a tense silence as Paislee waited for Orca's response, though his words were not what she had been expecting.<br/><span style="color: #0080FF"><br/>"Excuse this one for prying, but the man in the pictures...That human, he isn't among the living anymore, is he?"</span>It was clear to Paislee Orca wasn't exactly comfortable with asking the question, if his hushed tone was anything to go by, but it seemed his curiosity was much stronger than any apprehension. The slightly tan woman did not answer at first, choosing instead to turn around once more to face the counter. She couldn't bring herself to look at the humanoid and it almost seemed as if Paislee wouldn't answer at all.<br/><span style="color: #FF40FF"><br/>"He was my husband--he died during the raids." </span><br/><br/>Paislee's voice had been barely above a whisper, but her answer seemed to satisfy Orca--deeming it worthy enough to change the subject, much to Paislee's relief.<span style="color: #0080FF"> "Anyways, about what you told this one about withholding his temper. This one will do his best to obey, but can only guarantee that he will not do such things while being unprovoked. If the human were to be in danger...This one will likely act. Too much rests on the human's shoulders as of now for this one to just leave her existence to chance. This one hopes that you will understand,"</span>Orca stated as Paislee turned around to look at him. He glanced up at her, their eyes locking for a moment before Paislee looked him over once more. She gave a sigh, rubbing her forehead,<span style="color: #FF40FF">"We'll just continue to argue in circles at this rate. I believe our definitions of danger may be different, but it doesn't really matter--now does it?" </span><br/><br/>She didn't wait for a response, but instead took the plates off the table and put them in the sink,<span style="color: #FF40FF">"We'll go to town today to get you some clothes--I assume you'd prefer clothes, yes? This will be our first test." </span>Paislee then began to wash the dishes with sluggish movements, too tired to rush and much too nervous about the impending outing.<span style="color: #FF40FF">"I have to make some deliveries first. Have to receive my payments before we can purchase anything...I also have to meet with someone,"</span>she explained as she rinsed the last bit of dishes in the sink, putting them onto a rack to dry.<br/><br/>Finally, Paislee turned around, drying her hands on her shirt.<span style="color: #FF40FF">"I'm going to go get some day clothes on and look for something that you might be able to wear...hopefully...who knew there were beings as tall as you?" </span>As Paislee rambled on about clothes and Orca's unusual size, she made her way back towards her room, her voice fading as she went. Eventually she could no longer be heard as she shut her door. A few minutes passed and eventually Paislee came back out wearing a white elbow sleeve shirt, soft grey harem pants, and a matching grey hijab. She seemed out of place in her own living room, but in Bastiel she would blend in quite well--which was the entire point...though as she looked up at Orca, she realized it hardly mattered what she wore to blend in, he would certainly draw attention to them. She gave a sigh and began to put on her gladiator style sandals, making sure that the straps were fastened securely.<span style="color: #FF40FF"> "I couldn't find anything for you to wear..."</span>she muttered as she finished strapping one sandal up,<span style="color: #FF40FF"> "but I suppose you did well enough with that towel for us to venture out in public...I'm sorry." </span>It didn't take her too long to finish with her shoes and then she stood, grabbing a satchel by the door and stuff some items into it. She shouldered it, then looked up to Orca,<span style="color: #FF40FF">"Ready to go?"</span>