It had been a fucking long day.  Azoic idly took a drag from her kaasu, the cyanic vapors curling around the sides of her long face.  She inhaled deeply, savouring the fleeting moment for as long as it might last.  There just hadn't been enough time recently to actually stop and think about anything, really. However...

A sharp knock interrupted her train of thought.  She sighed, her forehead burrowed far into her open palms, wanting just a few more seconds. "A moment." Her voice was tense, obviously belaying a sense of annoyance to the discerning listener.  The rapping at the door ceased as she slowly drew clawed fingers through her bangs, taking the time to centre herself.  Shaking her head, the lithe canine hybrid stood to her tallest, forcing her shoulders back in a dissatisfied way.

The door opened casually, Azoic standing in the middle of the frame with an arm propped to one side.  "Yes?"  Her voice was terse but cool, her gaze a matching icy stare.  She really hated seeing clients at this hour.  Slouching in front of her was a wiry male chimaera, staring back with a half-lidded expression.  Unflinching, she recognised him immediately – it was the verenic TME from before.  Bit of a weird one, really.

Resisting the urge to roll her frosty eyes, the canine blinked and matched his stare.  "Yes?"  She repeated, tone unchanged.  The visitor made an attempt to straighten up, but failed miserably.  It seemed as if he had recently been injured, by the looks of it.  Narrowing her eyes slightly, Azoic stepped to the side and motioned inward with her hand.  "In."

The chimaera nodded weakly and followed her lead, entering the faintly lit flat.  He looked briefly up and to the side towards the canine, then diverted his look downwards.  Azoic noted that he was taking the time to remove his footwear; they were upscale work boots, nicer than most kyttä usually wear.