Don't judge a thing until you know what's inside it . [Open]

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Characters: Fang and Open!
Content: Fang, a new Pilot on the Convoy because Jim is handwaving the job request will be poking around the Convoy.
Setting: Anywhere on the Convoy, or in Licere, if you'd prefer.
Time: Probably not long after the water going cold business happens, but before the weird anonymous network post.
Warnings: Whatever you

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Mess Hall

[prelunartension]

Angua had prowled the ship as a wolf, and as a human. It was new territory, and she wanted to know it so that she'd also know if anything was out of place. It would be a while before she could relax, she knew, although she didn't want to explain why that was out loud. It was bad enough knowing it for herself.

The mess hall and the showers felt the most familiar. That distinctive smell of changing rooms and places where people came to eat was like being back in the Watch House at home. That was why she was sat there.

A new smell wafted in, and Angua turned her attention towards it. This one was new even by current standards.

[prelunartension]

Angua looked into Fang's eyes. Perhaps she could tell, but Angua doubted it. Most people couldn't, when she was human, and when she was a wolf, most people mistook her for a dog. Urban people did, anyway. They'd probably never seen actual wolves.

"What makes you think I have one?" She asked.

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"Just something about you," she said, smiling slightly.

The fact that she didn't seem entirely at home on a ship was the main thing. Too alert, too aware of the people around her. That guard-like thing Fang had picked up on earlier.