"I'm afraid, sir, it's not that simple," said the delivery man.<br/><br/>Suadela took a careful sniff in Kevin's general direction, always crouching a little behind Sita. One ear was taking careful notice of the two men's conversation, the other was alert for suspicious sounds. Kevin smelled... home-like. Yes - that described it well: There was this slightly settled, cuddly, warm something about him beyond the faint wave of the man's shampoo and the washing powder for his clothes. The least one could say was that he neither smelled no looked dangerous - and he did have a nice, low, warm voice... and he spoke nicely, too. She took a careful peek at him - at the combed hair with the stray strands and the comfortable clothes.<br/><br/>She didn't forget that he had a wooden door. People with wooden doors were good people.<br/><br/>"You were assigned to host Nina and Keraya - if these two are not Nina and Keraya, I'll have to take them back and correct the mistake," said the delivery man now.<br/><br/><em>What - take them back?!</em>Dela's tail lashed out straight and poofed up in replacement for the hiss she did not utter.<em>Back with the thug? I'd rather get run over by a car!</em>Pulling her ears flat to her head, she made a decision, jumped straight past Sita, squeezed in between the door frame and Kevin's legs and crashed into something hard and breakable. She ignored the ear-clattering shatter and the slight pain in her shoulder where something had cut through and pushed herself away from the shards, darting further into the house. Her hands found a handle, the door sprung open and she quickly found her orientation: Door, wardrobe, window, bed! It was all dim lit, but her eyes had quickly adjusted. There was yet another whiff of wood, which was easing her a little. Wood was good. She loved the scent of wood. A man with wood in the bedroom was good.<br/><br/>She quickly squeezed under the bed and pushed on until she could feel the cool wall before her. Pressing her back against it, she curled up as much as she could, and tilted her head down, so that only the black ears and her hair were visible. Then she carefully draped her black tail over her bright legs, camouflaging in the darkness under the bed as much as she could. Last but not least she hacked her claws into the carpet, making sure they sat tight so it wouldn't be an easy task to pull her out from under the bed, should they ever find her. And she would fight. Thug-man would bleed, if he tried to get her out of here.<br/><br/>Dela suppressed a growl and kept herself quiet. With some luck, they'd never even find her.