Nodding and hopping on her Blitzen, Kanae took a moment to rev it and feel the wonderful purring of that engine, before she took off toward her apartment at a speed low enough that Pathfinder could easily follow.<br/><br/>Eventually, the shaman welcomed the technomancer into her home as she opened the front door.<strong>"Alright, make yourself comfortable, and help yourself to anything from the fridge if you like."</strong>The wolfgirl mentioned, gesturing to the couch to indicate the pink-haired elf could relax there.<strong>"I'm just gonna slip into something more comfortable."</strong>Kanae waved to her partner as she stepped into her own bedroom and fished a skirt out of the closet. Squeezing out of the tight workpants she wore (it was fortunate nothing arousing happened during the meet), she slipped on a white skirt that reached halfway down her thighs, a much more liberating garment.<br/><br/>After taking a moment to unbutton her blouse a bit to give her puppies a bit more breathing room, the shaman stepped out of the bedroom and took a set on the couch.<strong>"So, any ideas about how we should proceed? Do a bit of recon before we move on the Sons, or what?"</strong>The wolf girl inquired, resting one leg on the couch as she turned to look at Pathfinder, and since she didn't wear underwear she was giving the technomancer a good look at her manmeat, not that Kanae cared.