The problem with Mortis was that she was terribly greedy. "Excuse me if I don't like furballs that much," she said, handing the folder over, "but I am interested in money." Sometimes she wondered what was wrong with her because a lot of the time she never spent her money. She just stole it to be stealing. She also wondered just how much the canine had, her fingers itching to snatch up whatever was in his pockets, but she digressed.
"This way, fuzzy, and if you don't mind since I had no chance to make an introduction, how about you make yours? If you can't tell me a name, I'll give you one." With that she gestured for him to follow her. She felt an uneasiness as if they were being watched, and if that were the case she was sure that she could lose the observer if she needed to, though she couldn't be so confident about the dog trailing her.