Dom raised his eyes briefly to the sky as Fox-Face motioned, but Chelle Lee did not look away. She scowled at Fox-Face's explanation. Dom knew that she was not happy with the response. Neither was he, for the matter, but there was something odd about the cowled woman that made him want to back off. He tugged on her arm and motioned to just walk away. Chelle Lee, brash as she was, paid no heed to such things.

"You're an idiot," she said brazenly. "Or maybe just weird as fuck. Either way, it's rude to butt into others' conversation unasked." Chelle Lee motioned towards the woman Fox-Face had named Shio, who was currently ignoring the altercation and testing out a set of throwing knives. "Dom was only trying to find out if she had any Natrelmon she wanted to trade for my Velare when he was so rudely interrupted."

"Uh, actually, I hadn't gotten to that yet," Dom interjected. "And the peacock is called a Kujaku." Chelle Lee turned her death stare to Dom and he felt himself wilt and quiet. "Sorry." 

Taking a deep breath, Chelle Lee composed herself and turned back to Fox-Face and Shio. "Why don't we start over, without the bullshit sneaking up or pushing over or whatever the hell else did or did not happen. Mkay? Mkay. I'm Chelle Lee, and this is Dom. Dominic. Dom. We're a band from up in Armkfish, going on tour of Nerta and training Natrelmon along the way for shits and giggles."