Shiro flattened his ears and said nothing more as they walked, only raising his head in surprise as the lift started moving. As Norene opened a door, he winced as the smell of blood entered his sensitive nose. He still sniffed as the air, also picking up the scent of the male Norene addressed. He moved behind her like a shy child as the man replied, gripping the sheathed katana in his left hand tightly. He remained silent and looked rather nervous as they talked, keeping his guard up, but not sure what to expect.