Oops, here she was, gaze scanning the crowd behind the metaphorical glass of all Parisian’s instinctive distrust of the “different” person. Phantom R made his best to look away and to take care of any fictional issue on the market place, just to report his attention again on the female orca once it appeared to him she had left behind any suspicion. She did not seem as aggressive as the other orca with which she shared all-too familiar traits, just… lost. And that was an understandable feeling, considering the largest body of water in the city was not really shaped to be a freeway for killer whales. He hoped he would not regret it later. He finally decided to pass by the crowd’s screen, followed by a far less eager Fondue.
“I did not think Paris was so popular among you orcas— Sorry,” he added with nervous laughter, “I did not mean to pry!”
The orca veered herself to the side a bit, attempting to move out of the crowd, but to no avail. She simply slowed her steps and ran her hand through her black hair, yanking a knot out. She didn't like crowds. They stressed her out, and she wanted out, but that wasn't going to work so she knew she'd have to deal. At the sound of a voice, she turned her head and stared down the one talking to her. She narrowed her eyes and quite judgingly looked him up and down, but remained silent for a moment. She turned on her heel and lazily crossed her arms.
"Mm. Neither did I. I suppose we were both mistaken," she murmured. "How many others have even visited?"
















