As the morning slowly passed, Nesea silently watched the shelter residents flitting from table to table as they socialized. Unlike the others the serpentine woman seemed quite content without a plate of food in front of her. Instead the platinum haired lamia instead had a steaming cup of black coffee clutched between her hands and when she wasn't drinking the deliciously warm beverage it was clutched close to her chest, as if she was simply just trying to draw its precious warmth into herself. This behavior wasn't due to any rumored cold bloodedness, however. She definitely had blood as warm as any human's own, but for some reason did share the same fondness of heat as her lesser, scaly kin.<br/><br/>It was in the middle of her reverie that she heard the soft padding of feet followed by the gentle clatter of a tray against the table. Her blue, slitted eyes cracked open and only widened further when she recognized the transhuman woman in front of her. A smile soon finds its way onto the serpentine woman's blue painted lips, exposing the slight fangs that stood in place of her incisors. “I see you must have slept well.” As one would expected her 's' tended to roll, giving her speech an almost hypnotic, sibilant quality. Her smile widened a little bit after her decidedly playful words before she took a sip of her dark coffee and glanced over toward the other residents at the mention of Club Moxxi. A few moments later her head panned back toward Debbie, her wavy platinum locks tumbling everywhere in a wild mess before a few strokes of her hand pulled them away from her face and behind her pointed, almost elf-like ears.<br/><br/>“They always come in like so. It is almost impossible to stay asleep when they finally begin to make their way in.” Though her words were definitely accusatory they were said with a care-free shrug. “But how are you, little cat?” While they weren't exactly familiar with each other, it didn't impede Nesea's normally sweet nature.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>