Cavan put away his hunting mode, tucking it down into himself again, unsatisfied. She was not a plaything. Not immediate or future. He couldn't put himself at risk by taking her, lest she have many friends. Which was likely. Since they were all caught up in the same shitstorm, and seemed to want some solid ground. Which meant friends.
"How long have you been a part of our friendly group?" He asked, now that he knew that she was one of them. It couldn't have been back at the Easter Mindfuck Planet, or he was sure that he would have seen her at the meeting. Though, he supposed, she could have missed it by not finding somebody who was going who would tell her. Not likely. They'd all lived on the same street.