11-23-2018, 09:50 AM
[div style="margin: 0 auto; border-width:0; width: 70%; text-align: justify; line-height: 1.5; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt;"]She doesn't mind the sarcasm. As serious as her expression may be sometimes, she appreciates humour. It was far better than the aggressive response of Dante, the fem avoiding eye contact with the male and keeping her attention towards the lion. Sometimes it is difficult to pay close attention to others. With the heat screaming against her black fur, burning up against her skin, her mind is more fixated on the sun and keeping in the shade. She doesn't want to have a heat stroke but she puts her concerns aside when she hears the words she wanted. 'Welcome to The Pitt.' She had made it and the moment felt surreal to the serval. She hadn't really imagined herself to join the likes of a callous group. She likes order and rules to avoid calamity, but at the same time restrictions and bounds have always frustrated her. Pan sits within the midst of contradictions, always cancelling out her thoughts and emotions with others. Stryker, ardent, in charge. The words echo soundlessly to the woman and she nods her head. The lion was her leader, the boss in charge. While she is bad at remembering names, she will try extra hard not to forget Stryker's name, the fem pressing a smile and replying: "Nice to meet you." They were standard words everyone used, not exactly meaning anything other than an attempt to be polite.