"It is often they ask me to describe what the trigger scent smells like. I dare not even try to put words to it if I could." She shook her head, slowly. Her hands moving from behind her so that her arms could cross over her chest. "Some are innocent in their requests others seem perverse. It is hard to guess the thoughts of some of these humans. I do not long for the hatred, but at least I knew what to expect with that."
Something caught her ears. She turned her attention towards the west. Her nostrils flared just a little. Would that situation resolve itself or would she need to excuse herself? Two humans seemed to be confronting one another. Over something petty. It had not yet come to blows yet, and it was some distance away. "I may have to take my leave. It sounds as if there may be a touch of trouble by the activities barn." She took in a few deep breaths, her lips parting so that she might be able to discern the escalation of the phase of emotions. Not yet, it was simply a verbal argument...