"Oh darn, I'm late." Greer had intentionally mistimed the little soiree. Hill had a habit of overreacting, be it with words of bullets. The last thing she wanted was to deal with a gunshot wound. The blood would only knot her fur.
After a quick assessment, she realized no one had been injured, but Hill was wearing a rather nice scowl. As Greer sauntered over to where the rest had gathered, she made sure to pass Hill and murmured a quick, 'Happy Birthday' on the way to setting herself beside Clint. It was a good view.