[Quiet Man Cometh]

Mirri stood up from her throw-rug position on the floor, leaving behind a noticibly dust free patch beneath the table. Getting her feet beneath her she finally shook her body, the coat of dust she had been wearing now dispursing in a cloud around her, making her look a little more like a cat and less like an abandoned throw pillow. When the dust settled, she paced over to where Sekhmet was examining the fridge. She turned up her nose just a little bit at what she saw, or what she didn't see. One ear flicked in the direction where Quintus was talking.

"Eccentric was good. We might find another one, but I don't know of any more here." She sniffed in the direction of a small glass picher with the remains of the cream that had been set on the table in the morning. "The other mans seemed to think he was a different breed."