Being powerless hurt. Stuck in unfamiliar territory with no real ability to deal with misfortune, Meguri had no way to deal with the impotent anger and frustration in her heart save for tears that that stung her eyes. Those tears felt like they seared her skin as they rolled down her cheeks, adding a deep shame to the emotional cocktail making her feel so wretched. She had gotten too used to things going her way, why had those three Cheshire cats been so cruel as to curse her on a day as important as this?<br/><br/>She gasped for breath, trying to make the stinging of her chest stop as she leaned down and picked up the dropped cage, inspecting the now broken lock. The cage door creaked mockingly as it swung on its hinge, and Meguri had to resist the urge to throw it back on the ground in spiteful anger. She jerked and dropped it on the floor anyway when someone grabbed her shoulder. The kitsune swiftly turned around as it clattered on the ground, blinking confused as she came eye to eye with someone shorter than her.<br/><br/>On second thought, the serpentine woman who so gently smiled at Meguri probably was a lot taller than her. Sitting on serpentine coils Meguri couldn’t help but admire in their beauty was someone very much unlike the small kitsune. Meguri’s skin a gentle peach compared to the Lamia, deep violet eyes so intense they might hide a galaxy met those brilliant blue orbs. Wavy gold locks so pure they might be mistake for real strands of gold sharply contrasting with the eye-catching platinum hair belonging to the snake lady. Compared to serpentine features, Meguri’s face was more vulpine (obviously) and vaguely androgynous. Really, it would be hard to find two transhumans more different from each other in appearance than these two. The contrast only made clearer by the Lamia’s more provocative wear compared to Meguri’s covering but stylish clothes.<br/><br/>Along with the woman’s comforting motions, taking in the sight of the Lamia had taken the edge of Meguri’s anger and shame, even if she couldn’t resist twitching her ears in annoyance when she spied the woman’s generous bosom. She sniffed and wiped her tears away as Nesea spoke and gently introduced herself.<i>“I know.”</i>Meguri noted as she finished composing herself.<br/><br/><i>“I know, he already apologized. I’m sorry.”</i>Meguri took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down properly.<i> “I’m Meguri.”</i>The foxwoman kept her last name a secret, better that people did not realize who her mother was, only trouble would come from that.<i>“It’s… Mort and Shade, they got out, they usually take care of themselves but I’m afraid someone might try to steal them."</i><br/><span style="color: DarkOrchid"><br/>
“Rambunctious lot, those brothers of mine, couldn’t sit still. Not that I can blame them, it’s been a long ride and drive here.”</span>Venom-green eyes sitting above a smirk greeted Nesea from the remaining cage, sitting on the floor. Its occupant none too shy to speak.<span style="color: darkorchid"> “I’m Whisper, t’is a pleasure to meet you, Miss Nesea.”<br/>
</span><br/>Meguri’s heart now danced at a more normal pace in her chest, a cute blush of embarrassment now on the kitsune’s cheeks, awkwardly aware of how poor a first impression she made.<i> “Don’t bother her, Whisper. Again, I’m sorry for the trouble and the scene I made. I’ll just go and find my cats now and then try to find this Mister Dent, thank you for the help.”</i>Meguri offered Nesea a smile, hoping she wouldn’t stick around her for questions. She had no idea how much the shelter owner told the residents, but she really doubted there’d be much benefit to telling vagrants about the arrival of a credited scientist, not that Meguri had a lot of credits to her name yet.<br/><br/>In truth, there had been a few rumours floating around the shelter about why stuff was being moved out of the smallest storage area.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>