(Eek, yes. Trying to catch up, here...)<br/><br/>Kriasa had been absolutely transfixed by the sight of Charlie's coaxing and urging of Carissa, but she'd heard the call of a customer at last.  Her slender ears twitched again at the loud shouting - by Elune, did anyone say anything at normal range on this ranch?  She glanced at the wet length of flesh in Charlie's hands; a little relieved that she could scamper on to better 'represent' the ranch officially for their customer...but then she'd miss out on some of this situation!<br/><br/>"Begging pardon, Charlie...but, um....I'll handle the customer if it comes to that." she turned around quickly, not thinking of anything further that was clever or tactful, and scooted herself out of the barn towards the other pens in the direction of Serafina's voice.<br/><br/>She quickly arrived back at the main house, only to watch Serafina leading away some spectacle-wearing man and a vividly-coloured drake on a tight leash.  She blinked in surprise, seeing that Serafina seemed to have this situation well in-hand.  She then glanced over to the large box that had been left unceremoniously near the front steps.  A manifest that had been quickly pinned to the wood declared that this creature was also requiring service.  Kriasa squinted at the dried ink on the order and caught brief glimpses of the return address, but couldn't quite make out the full name - perhaps it was a language she wouldn't be able to work well with anyways.<br/><br/>She brushed the errant strands of green hair from her eyes as she peeked into one of the large air holes that had been hastily bored into the wood.  It was an amphros, judging by what she'd heard of the creatures that walked like men and had strange, frog-like qualities.  She didn't know a thing about how they bred, however.  Still...she supposed it was her job to look into this now.  She wiped a few nervous beads of sweat away from her brow and wandered into the ranch house to retrieve a sturdy crowbar from the storeroom in the office, her fingers trembling as they curled around the cool metal rod, marching back towards the box and trying to make herself feel more determined about opening that box...!<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>