Oh, oops, was she not supposed to be here? For that matter, did she really care? The answer to the second question was a definite 'no' though the answer to the first was rather debatable. It shouldn't really have been, but Shule probably wouldn't fight Senescence too much on this one. Mostly because the League Proxy had been some measure of help to her aunt, and because her uncle Sean rather liked her, at least as much as one could expect anyone to like the naturally bored, unimpressed feline.

Was Sen here to speak to Sean? Eh, if he showed up, sure. Mostly, she was just here because, as it had been noted, she was rather often bored. So, she apparently took to wandering Regime tunnels to see what poor, unfortunate souls she could meet. Undoubtedly, she would draw stares once anyone noticed her. She was extraordinarily tall, taller than even Sean and Glowstar. Not only that, but the large she-cat was covered in pale scars, they covered her shoulders and rippled across her throat, burn marks tracing down her flanks. A blood stained slate gray pendant hung at her neck, and her mismatched eyes of haint blue and blind violent were bright against shadow laced russet fur.

The Regime really must be in bad shape though, she noted, if she was able to get this far into the territory before even being met.