Hermia, that was the silver woman's name, Hermia, settled down into a shorter, plumper sort of body that would have looked good painted on the side of a world war two fighter plane, then arched an eyebrow. She picked up the neglected chalkboard and held it between herself and the new comer, whistled. "That's an interesting one you found, Rai darling," she said thoughtfully.
Raidou gave her a hug, board and all. "Yes, he's a puppy, really, we've decided. Have you seen my Genma?"