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[Jirou.]

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Jiro was well aware of the fact that she was an odd animal. A rare animal that was usually feral. She didn't mind the rather intrigued looks she was getting from these strangers. She simply ignored their stares but she paid full attention to all of them. She couldn't be too relaxed around these guys. One of them could easily mistake her for prey and she'd be in a goner in a couple of seconds. An invisible brow raised, the tiny female glanced in Victor's direction, offering a small grin in the husky's direction, before her onyx gaze quickly shifted to Lucifer as she heard his rumbling voice ring through her head. Honestly, she was surprised she didn't have a headache from all the voices that rung throughout her head because of her heightened senses.

"S'pleasure to meet you all." The bat said, before she decided to speak. "I'm assuming you guys have a place where all of you sleep at night? Could one of you possibly point me in the right direction?"

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He wasn't expecting her name to be Jiro, visibly flinching when she said it. It was better for him not to say anything for now. It didn't matter. She was just like everyone else in The Typhoon, he would treat her the same. Fur bristled slightly, he realises how he has let time shift in between them. While she had been welcomed, the Reaver had stood back and said nothing. He was a mere witness of events, detached from the situation. "Barracuda Bay is in that direction," the ragdoll finally says, pointing towards the area with his raised paw. He doesn't feel tempted to introduce his name, no interest in seeing her reaction when he takes a breath of fresh air and decides he will likely continue to patrol through the rainforest or go back home to sleep. There is no need for him to stay around any longer. The more of his classmates came to the island, the more the memories came back to him - the memories he didn't want to remember. It only made his feelings burn, embittered by his lost past. He needs to look forward and he can start that by leaving, moving off into the forest without another word.