As the girl spoke curtly, Dom tried to hide a frown. She wasn't having any of his charm, that was easy to see. Maybe she wasn't into guys? Yeah, that must be it. Still, he was intrigued by the talk of the Natrelmon. A Kujaku? He tried to think back to the pamphlet he'd downloaded onto his Trainer PDA about the different species of Natrelmon, but he'd only scanned the first few pages of it. Nothing about a peacock or a Kujaku came to mind. It would be easy enough to pull out his PDA and look it up, but Dom was about learning from others. But the way the woman had turned around as if he didn't exist made him unsure if he'd get any more answers.

He was about to respond when the muffled voice came from his shoulder.

"Fucking shit!" he cried as he stumbled forward, away from the speaker. Spaz chirped in alarm and flapped high up to land on the top of the stall. As he stepped forwards, Dom's foot caught Needles and he went sprawling to the ground. Twisting as he fell, Dom managed to land on his back, the better to see the new arrival. 

Seeing her did not do him any favors. She - he only knew it was a female from her voice - was swathed all in black, with a mask in the shape of a fox covering her face. She was shorter than he was, but from his current position, he was looking up at her. How she had gotten so close without him noticing was beyond him. 

His brows furrowed as the cloaked woman's words finally registered. "Shio?" he asked. "Her? You two know each other?"

"What the actual fuck," came a voice from behind him. Craning his neck, he watched as Chelle Lee strolled forward towards the odd group. "What are you wearing?" she pointedly asked the newcomer, putting a hand on her hip. "It's the middle of summer so I know you aren't wearing that for warmth. What's your deal, sneaking up on people?" She extended a hand to Dom and helped him to his feet. He wiped the dirt off of the back of his jeans. "I send my boytoy over here to get a little bit of lousy information and you throw him down on the ground. Again, I ask, what's your deal?

"I'm not your boytoy-" 

"Shut up, dumbass." Chelle Lee had that look in her eye when a bass player fucked up. She looked like she was out for blood. Her withering stare flicked back and forth between Peacock Girl and Fox-Face, waiting for a response.