Dora seeks out her own dinner behind one of the posher restaurants, knocking it on the head efficiently, and crunching it's bones happily.<em>Nothing quite as tasty as a well fed mouse.</em>She thinks with pleasure as she washes her face carefully.<br/><br/>Then she seeks out her charge before it gets too dark, watching Yoriko from the shadows, and waiting for the girl to return to her room to speak further with her, content, for now, to observe her new aquaintances from a distance.