<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/>As the other Vargr move with almost military coordination to take up stations, the short, white-furred one advances in a lazy, almost insouciant stroll. She ambles not directly towards the Port policewoman, but a point beside her or past her. Ghrreigh keeps her own shotgun aimed at the floor as she shifts it to cradle it casually in the crook of her right arm, but her other hand rises, reaching out just above the level of Max's pistol.<br/><br/>She doesn't grab for it, she doesn't touch it, but well before she steps in reach, she makes the same 'lower it' gesture that she had previously to her...Packmate?<br/><br/>"Business, eh? We visiting just friends, no?" Because friends sneak around with military-grade assault shotguns and the safeties off. And friends smile, for just a fraction of a second, with all those teeth bared in a fashion that any Earth-canine would recognize as 'prelude to unleashing Hell.'<br/><br/>"Paying respects due, we." The canine alien's eyes narrow. "Heard paid you, Authority. Didn't stay paid?"