<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/pHmbaO4.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Millicent Devereaux<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Living Quarters<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Zeke, Misha, Sleyn<br/><strong>Notes:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>"So<em>that's</em>what you're into," Millicent teased as Zeke mentioned the whole animal girl thing - though some of the levity faded as they enetered the whole issue of Serenity. Yes, the woman had anger management issues, but when you suddenly end up in a new place and strange people knew your names, that's generally what happened. "Well, maybe she'll mellow with time." Millie had her doubts - after all, people had been saying the same thing about her, and if anything, she had just gotten<em>worse</em>over the years. Of course, she'd have characterized it as<em>better</em>, so maybe that was half of the problem right there. Anyway, at about this time, Ezekiel had been moving deep into the sad, and so the brunette said the only thing she could say under the circumstances. "Well, you can count me as a friend... if you'll have me." The impish smile hid a few insecurities of her own. Being friends with Millicent took a lot of work, so most people weren't all that willing to get all that close. Many acquaintances. Few friends.<br/><br/>And that's about when Misha came by, dragging poor Rat-Boy by the cuff of his pants. And like Ezekiel, Millie raised an eyebrow at the behavior. "So - you're the infamous Mr. Not Fluffy," she shot out with a smirk. "From what I've seen so far, a pair of animal ears is a good sign that the person below them has some idea of what's going on. So... between food and information, I'm game..." Both were important, as her rumbling stomach made sure to protest. It had been a while since she had solid food. "And yeah... a real name would be nice. Not Fluffy is funny for only so long..."<br/><br/>She'd have said more, but something caught her eye. A glinting piece of metal in a tree taunted her. And so, just like that, Millie went climbing without another word, scrambling up the branches as if she were half squirrel. "Gotcha!" came the cry of triumph as she snatched the coin and scrambled back down, now having a conversation with the inanimate object. "So, what were you doing all the way up there? It's not really the kind of place I'd expect to find you. After all, money doesn't grow on... Or maybe it does..." she revised as she tossed it up in the air and caught it after three flips.