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[size=10pt]If DXCIII was expecting a welcoming committee, this definitely isn't it. Tailed by his foaming-at-the-mouth dog, Jaws approaches her with a none too impressed look. Who can possibly be so... optimistic this early in the morning? Or late in the afternoon, whatever time it is. "Yer here to stay?" the pigeon asks. "Neat." He doesn't exactly have the authority to welcome her or turn her away, as far as he knows. He's not sure he should even still be here, but no one's chased him out yet, so he'll stick around until then.

"...didja come here by boat?" That's a new one. Jaws usually just flies everywhere, or rides on his canine companion's back until they end up somewhere interesting. He's never seen a cat come by boat before. "You build it yerself? Didn't know anyone was capable of somethin' like that. I must really be out of the loop." She does look a bit soaked, though. Maybe that boat didn't work so well. "Name's Jaws, and doggy back there I call Cuddles. Don't look 'im in the eye. He don't like it." He laughs as if it's funny, but he means it. Cuddles, despite the cutesy pet name, is not all sunshine and roses. In fact, it would appear that the great dane is on the prowl for fresh meat more than anything else. "I'm a tourist, so I can't officially welcome you. At least I don't think."