Cares deeply for the Nihonto Khan's resident stray, but considers emotional attachments a weakness. So she is constantly at war with her self as she continuously suppresses her feelings. An exhausting existence to say the least.
While the Khan's singing sensation attended to her wardrobe change, the Urban Ronin had become distracted outside the door. Crouched down with dexterous but unrehearsed flexibility, her attention had zeroed in on the establishment's resident stray. And much like herself, the massive canine had been given no name. It had no past. Partially scarred around the face, and suspicious of everyone, the dog rarely allowed any form of physical contact, even from the Voice Unheard himself. But the Ronin was different. They had bonded instantly. And while she would never openly admit it, the animal, was now hers. An unspoken pack onto themselves.
"Ah, you must be my new bodyguard. Good to have you protecting me. I have a feeling I'm going to need it. I may be a singer, but even I know that the more famous one is, the more danger they are in. Is there a name I can call you?"
She temporarily ignored the question before playfully shoving the dog's overzied and intimidating head, antagonizing him yet to its obvious enjoyment. Some may have even called it a sign of affection. Rising to her feet and casually realigning the contours of her waist length designer moto-jacket, arching her head back elevating her chin with confidence, she simply smirked, "You call me what like. Make no difference." her broken English was improving buy far from socially strong. She hated the Queens English, but the San'Vun Shadoking had issued a decree that all employees assimilate to the comfort level and familiarity of his latest sensation. "Where go?" she questioned. As in - where are 'we' going-