<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/43/Ghrreigh.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Ghrreigh<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Jone High Port Loading Bay 2B<br/><strong>Station Time:15:40</strong><br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Max<br/><hr/><br/><br/>The Vargr tongue-lolls a moment, but continues around and past the gun when it doesn't track her. She glances at one of the others, who makes a quick vertical circle with his open paw, then lifts a single claw.<br/><br/>"We? Afeahylhtow in back pocket, got?" The Vargr smiles again, but she's tense and getting tenser.<br/><br/>"Not here official accusation to make. Not war either. But you difficulty making."<br/><br/>Ghrreigh dips an ear and leans in close enough to almost sound conspiratorial. "'War' only if time to shoot back is given. You down things very much slowing. What evidence needing?"