Tama frowned, looking absolutely hurt by everything he said. She was rather good at looking like a wounded animal when she wanted to (she had good practice). "I'm a Kitsune, I have to stretch my legs on a daily basis," she snapped. "I have every right to be here, just as much as you do." Why were they even arguing? It made no sense. She could have been awkward and made polite conversation. Or she could have run off like before. This was not going smoothly. "I meant why did you come over to me," she said, still looking perturbed.