Bits of the conversation had been picked up on her way over, “I hope I haven’t interrupted an important conversation.” Was she really concerned about it? Not really.
A nod to Perez, “Good evening, I hope you’ve been well.” Nothing had really been heard good or bad on the woman.
Well, now this was a first, someone asking about Cain.
Not looking at Cain, but at Conner. “Do you have an interest in Hellhounds Mister Wells? Not many have approached the subject with me.” At least not in public. Did it somehow feel safe in public? “He was bred specifically to become what you see. I received him as a young pup and raised him into the magnificent animal you see before you.”