[h3][center][u][b][color=1E90FF]Claire De la Noye[/color][/b][/u] 
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[u][b][color=D2B48C]Natasi[/color][/b][/u][/center][/h3]

	Light footfalls fluttered over the soaked pavement while shifting hues, one of dark brown and the other covered by a plate of metallic blue, collected the sight of figures shifting through the downpour as Claire moved with a great deal of grace. An echo of steps trailed behind her as a large hound grunted lightly. A sky blue tinted hood was pulled over her head and a similar toned mask drawn up as she spoke gently, “[color=1E90FF]This place is a dump.[/color]” Without much else to be said at that point she’d continue in her line of motion, thugs shuffled among the shelters as they eyed the feminine figure moving through the center of the street with the large seemingly tamed beast that stood just below waist height compared to her.

	No forms, neither large nor nimble approached as Claire lifted two arms to fix her cloak, the maroon sights of the Sorvath locking on every threatening figure lurking about as they warded them off. Halting for a moment upon reaching an intersection, “[color=1E90FF]Where is that place, what’s it called again,[/color]” Claire begin muttering to herself before staring at some bright neon signs down one of the streets, “[color=1E90FF]The Tipsy Sewer, of course,[/color]” she'd continue with a groan before gesturing to the building and taking a few steps only to halt once more.

	A Chi’tia and a medical droid were walking casually towards the same building which caught Claire's attention and curiosity, this was before the odd pair seemed to get held up by two decently muscled thugs. Watching the interactions she’d extend a hand to rest upon the smooth, scaled cranium of her companion, who in turn raised her head and focused upon the same scenario, “[color=1E90FF]Well look at tha...[/color]” Claire would begin, only to cut herself off as she witnessed the medical droids response to the interruption of the brutes. 

	Blinking quickly she’d look upon the now lifeless forms before watching the odd pair returning to casually walking towards the Tipsy Sewer. Claire and the hound were used to seeing people get killed, heck Claire killed others herself, but a medical droid killing like an assassin was definitely a new one for her as she partially shifted to glance down at the hound. After a moment she'd begin striding towards the Tipsy Sewer once more this time with no interruptions.

	Finally reaching the entrance of the building, Claire would open the door and emerge within its warm confines. Cloak dripping as she waited for the over-sized beast to enter before closing the door and turning to glance about. Claire would soon spot the person she’d been looking to meet, Winston Valos, surrounded by multiple others, including the seemingly peaceful medical droid, and slowly rolled her shoulders as she headed towards an unoccupied table to sit at away from the locals. 

	As she moved through the room, a member of the bar’s services began heading over, visibly ready to ask for the removal of the large creature following behind. Claire didn’t even get to open her mouth before the woman halted in her tracks upon the sound of threatening vocals emerging the Sorvaths maw. The rumbling sounds reverberating from deep within the hounds chest as an almost daring stare was fixated upon the staff member.

	Claire would shoot a quick yet careless glance at the unhappy and mumbling woman before reaching the empty table and making herself comfortable upon one of it's surrounding chairs. Her eyes now trailing over the different figures around Valos and if he'd catch her sights she'd nod lightly in recognition visibly not that interested in being smothered in a group at this point in time. 

	Claire was then interrupted from investigating the rooms inhabitants as she heard a distinguishable '[i]thud[/i]' hit the floor, the hound of hers now rolling upon its back as she'd coil around with paws raised in the air and tail splayed across a walkway. Emitting a content groan the Sorvath would visibly drift off into a slumber as well-sized ears twitched at every sound and ebony nasals pulled at every scent presented within the air. 

	“[color=1E90FF]Taz, you silly mutt, always sleeping on the job,[/color]” Claire would chuckle to herself before returning to just watch the happenings within the room and barely focused on the faint echo of robotic voices exchanging the stupid sounding binary codes they seemed so fond of, though she never complained to others especially if they appeared to be the ones she had to work with for a contract.