"Prrrretty, arrren't they?" Someone beside Jean purrs, her r's over exaggerated. Mo'rtajha's been on the prowl today, too. With some extra brass in her pockets the miqo'te's seriously thinking about splurging on some finery for herself, but hasn't made the leap just yet. Instead she's wrapped in her cloak that does little to hide her long, bushy tail but does conceal the top of her head for the moment. She, too, is still wearing her newcomer's clothing, the shirt is tied up to reveal the tanned skin of her stomach, pants rolled up to her knees to stave off the heat.

"Is aught amiss? You look as if a coeurl took off if your lunch!" She adds with a hint of concern. They do look a bit miserable...