Before Erika could react, another girl decided to invade Zexel's space. Erika was one thing, they were cellmates and Zexel was pretty much the only one who listened and put up with the bad temperment. But having another person sit next to her and talk to her was just plain odd. The tall werewolf dragon hybrid had to look around in case some creature with psychic abilities was messing with her. Apparently not since they seemed busy talking amongst themself. Slowly, she glanced at the stranger to get at least a image description before staring down at her book.

This girl had a strange smell, a hint of lily and death. The gag must be important for something. Could be a vampire, but they smelled more of blood. It sort of made Zexel curious in what exactly this prisoner was. Most of them were sort of obvious thanks to the book she was studying and her getting used to the different scents.

After a few moments of awkward silence, Zexel realized she should probably do something in response to the greeting. How does one greet people properly again? No, sniffing wasn't correct... that was a wolf thing. Handshake? No hands trembling ever so slightly, too weird. Neck nipping? No that was vampires way. Dancing? No nymphs....

Overthinking proper responses, her control over her form was slightly shifting. Horns slightly sticking out behind her slightly larger wolf ears and her fangs stabbing her lips. The hybrid didn't understand why she shifted, she guessed out of nerves, but she was unsure if she was nervous or not. Maybe. Either way she might as well at least do something before she transformed and broke the table.

So slowly she glanced at the white, gagged woman once more before glancing away. Raising a hand in a slight slow wave in her direction before it went and turned a page in the book.

[B]"Hi..."[/b]