Having been caught staring, Namyria turned away quickly. One side of her upper lip raised to bare an ivory canine before she spoke, "I've seen scars before, just...not so many on one person." She folded her arms across her chest and turned her gaze back to Valoren and the host. She wondered why the wolfman felt sick and then she realized it. She looked around the lobby and bit her lower lip. The bleach smell was now apparent. Had she not been occupying a human body the smell would surely have driven her to the edge of sickness as well. "Need some air?" she asked, her Russian accent showing it's colors. She wasn't a fan of hotels herself. Sure she used to work for a traveling freak show but that didn't mean she liked crowds.