Adjutor
In the days since she'd ended up in this strange place, there had been a lot of stuff to get used to, and not all of it in the way she'd expected. First, there was all of this shiny new...electronic stuff. She was still getting used to that word. Xarrest had been fairly unconcerned about it, though the propensity for lighting places came as unpleasant news to the darkling. On the bright side, she'd found a reliable source of good seafood in the form of a nice, if harried, butcher who got his stock from the local fishers. Of course, one of the things that hadn't changed were that there were still monsters to hunt, and still people willing to pay, barring anything the hunter could loot from their lairs. With some fairly steady income, she'd managed to rent out a decent apartment and keep herself in relatively good shape.
With her morning run completed, Adjutor made her way towards the fish butcher shop, intent on picking up today's breakfast. A tracksuit had proved sufficient in the warm spring weather, the hunter catching her breath as she drew closer.
Hmm, you think we should try making that new stuff?
Sushi? Don't-
Whatever else the darkling might have said, however, was cut off as they bumped into the woman leaving the store. The hunter's eyes widened, thoughtmetal flashing out with the speed of thought to catch the other woman's bag in case it fell.
"Ah, sorry about that," the Hunter said, looking up at the taller woman. Significantly taller. Wow.