Dax spun around. Questions, questions, questions. Where to go? She narrowed her eyes, thinking hard on the subject. Something sturdy. Something safe. Something secure. As she started to walk, her hips swayed from side to side, rear end gently bobbing back and forth.<br/><br/>"Well, this 'un..." She cocked her head at an empty room, pushing the door ajar. "My gut, it tells me, it feels right ta' me. Solid." The corners of her lips twitched up into a devious grin. "After you, a' course. I'll...give yah the tour, once you're inside. All official like, yeah?"<br/><br/>She tried to be the perfect picture of innocence...and failed.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>