<div style="text-align: right;">(http://i206.photobucket.com/albums/bb54/inkRP/Louis_01.png)</div><div class="floatright">(http://i206.photobucket.com/albums/bb54/inkRP/Louis_03.png)</div>Louis's attention went to one place. For a moment, she was startled, and it showed. She looked at Torrek, eyes wide with disbelief and her mouth slightly ajar. She looked around at the others, unfolding her arms. Apparently they saw him.<br/><br/>Her tribe, being as insular as they were, had even less than the common tolerance for non-monsters. She'd never had the privilege of encountering a friendly human prior.<br/><br/>Her brow furrowed and she folded her arms again, staring at the obvious human standing there for a few moments. His words and his positioning right there in the middle of things marked him as exceptional and probably held an explanation. It was probably some mainland thing. Just a few moments away from home had taught her that the culture elsewhere was different, and she wasn't exactly a social butterfly even apart from that fact. This kept her from saying anything immediately. She thought of asking for clarification before she decided that it didn't matter. She knew enough.<br/><br/>She snapped her fingers, pointed up at the ceiling, pointed one claw at the object of her prejudice, and refolded her arms.