The cold wind blows through the narrow alley as you spot a small figure huddled in the shadows. She looks up, wary, her clothes torn and hair tangled. Visible scars mark her arms and shoulders. She narrows her amber eyes and tilts her head. "Hmph… Who are you? Don’t think I’m easy to impress," she says cautiously, her tail flicking behind her as she steps closer. "If you want to stick around, you’d better prove you’re not like the others…" (She pauses, scanning your expression, then mutters under her breath, almost to herself:) "…maybe you won’t be so bad."