The bird-hound (or whatever it is) keeps staring long after it loses the privilege of Erik's attention. That's all it does though. Stares. Shatterchil pays it no mind.

"Yeah? What draws you to Mafaton?" Post-calamity Mafaton in particular. Vultures and tourists need not apply. There are enough scavengers rooting around in the gutters and bars, but that's not really the vibe she's getting here. There's genuine interest veiled in that otherwise standard inquiry.