Responding to Zila and Hor'kuu, Foxi hissed, "I'm not deaf! Of course I'd hear it!" Her long tail lashed, ears still flattened and eyes still a deep fuchsia. She looked angry, but not enough to attack like she was known to in the past, at least not yet.
In the shadows, a pair of solid red eyes watched the commotion. Dark red pupils, lighter red irises and pale red whites, the eyes would be familiar to anyone who may have remembered them. Slowly creeping out of the shadows came a tall white-furred figure, foxlike in appearance, with messy, shoulder-length gray hair, silver ears, hands and paws and a dark gray trenchcoat with light gray pants for an outfit, along with black gloves and black high-heeled boots. The fox creature's most peculiar quality, besides his eyes, was his three long, fluffy tails. He wandered over to Che, looking at her with a stoic expression. "Excuse me, milady, but would you mind telling me exactly where I am?"