Ami shrugged. She understood that Tau needed to ask this shit , and was glad that he did – if he hadn\'t, she wouldn\'t trust him. She addressed his questions in order. "Found out about it from some guy at Risk." She looked at him askance, "I\'m not a groupie, though. I fuckin\' hate those kids. There are better fuckin\' ways to die, y\'know?" She shook her head, "Anyway. Figured I\'d show. Get my shit together."
Getting hot in her jacket in the warm night air, she rummaged through the pockets, stuffing things into her jeans pockets, which slowed her walk. Nonethelss, she continued, "Vampires, I know of. Never been bit, never want to. Knew a couple shifty-ass Werewolves. Least, that\'s what they called themselves." Once everything was transferred, she paused and shrugged off her jacket, casting a quick look around to imprint the surroundings in her mind, she hung the garment on a branch.
She stretched, the muscle bunching and flexing liquidly beneath the tattooed flesh of her arms, and the bare slice of flat belly that showed under her T-shirt before she slumped her shoulders again and moved on, hands jammed into her back pockets, "Shifters, too." She nodded in his direction, showing that she\'d remembered his name, and what he did.