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pureempath

   The smell of, human. The absolute disgusting scent of the single most hated thing the Angel holds. With it, comes irritability, a patience thin of any sort of stupidity the ape may bring across to her.

        “I request you explain yourself to me.” The voice from her vessel rings out, herself leaning just a bit forward to grasp on what the human looks like, even if it may not matter in her case.

        “Your name, mud-monkey, and why you walk near me. Unless you seek repentance, which may or may not be provided, my mood is testy.”

The woman spoke in a jargon that is unfamiliar to the profiler. He frowns at her words, assuming that the term mud-monkey was meant as an insult. 

He studies her posture and the way she holds herself; it is straight and stiff, as if she is uncomfortable in her own skin. Her words state that she is one of power, perhaps more than he would know. Arrogance rang out clear as a bell in her voice and it made his skin crawl. 

He considered making a sarcastic remark, or maybe not acknowledging the woman at all. He chose the former. “Will Graham. Last time I checked, this was a public place, meaning people can come and go as they please, your magesty.”