[Quiet Man Cometh]

Mirri nosed around in the fridge, decidely less than satisfied with what she saw. Giving up the inspection she padded over to where Quintus was toying with the window latch and, sitting on a nearby shelf, continued her staring out the window, eyes watching the people as they strode around, the bags they carried, the hats on their heads, the other people they spoke to, every once and a while her eyes spotting someone who would look towards the shop for just a little bit longer than passing glance.

She didn't say as much, but she in part hoped and in part feared that the other men might know about what happened to their Eccentric. She had seen more than enough dead or crippled animals and scratched her share of children's hands that reached roughly for her kits to know that some men were careless and others nasty as angry racoons.

She ignored Quintus, preferring to wait until he asked for help if he needed any.