[She's perched on the counter top, legs together and crossed at the ankle, and looking for all like a well-bred girl, if not for the scowl on her face. The communicator is in her lap, because she's had enough of listening to voices and seeing faces that don't belong to the people she's looking for. True, she could get all of this over with if she just called, but the curling feeling of discomfort is stopping her. She's not sure if she wants to know. she thought it was the standard day for arrivals, but the longer she waited, the more she wondered if it really was. it seemed more chaotic, distracting, and it reminded her of certain days when hordes of humans showed up and then disappeared the next. Did that mean she was here for today, only to be lost again tomorrow? Why did the stupid warden keep on losing her?
And if she had to disappear, why couldn't she go home?]
[the sound of footsteps jerks her out of her thoughts, enough for her to shift around, arms already propped on her hips and ready with a single, imperious 'Tyki!!' except... that's blood, isn't it?]