Jynx sniffed at the painted girl as she walked by. There was a flowery smell, not bad, but....<br/><br/>She slowly loped behind Fanya, whose name she did not yet know, her eyes and head constantly darting around, keeping her eyes on all the people in this meeting room, waiting, as always, for an attack. Her claws were growing thirsty anyway.<br/><br/>Her eyes lingered on Becca as well, silently observing. So ripe, so... succulent. The innocent young woman had an organic look, no chems or meds. Just soft, delicate, clean flesh.<br/><br/>She wondered what she was to be shown...?<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>