The wolf shaman resisted the urge to stick her tongue out at the obviously irritated Johnson, and nodded instead.<strong>"Alright then, Mr. Johnson, nice meeting you. We'll be sure to meet that deadline."</strong>She said pleasantly, and would've made to stand up except Pathfinder was blocking her way out.<strong>"Pathfinder, would you like to head out and we can discuss details?"</strong>She pleasantly asked the pink-haired elf.