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She didn't know how to even begin these tasks Tetradore had set before her, but the WereFox wasn't going to give up that easily. So when she vaguely picked up on a hint while hanging around the bar at the new Ark, she decided to act on it, though she had absolutely no plan in place. Nothing wrong with playing it by ear, right? Clearing her throat, the woman made her way through the doors of the little tattoo parlor she found by perusing the streets of Sacrosanct. It definitely wasn't easy to find, and figuring how to work a phone might have helped her out a little more, but she got plenty of practice. Between walking in to ask in person and trying to call the numbers she found in a phone book, it wasn't easy to narrow it down to the one Harley happened to work in. But hey, no one could say she wasn't determined, right? Plus, she totally took the phone book from a homeless man who was none too happy to lose his "pillow" so that should give her points, too. Rolling her shoulders to try to get rid of the building tension in her chest, Alexis took a look around the cozy little shop before making her way to the counter. "Hi, I'm here for my 3 o'clock appointment." She'd asked specifically for Harley but her nerves had her hands sweating as she waited to be called back. How would her pack mate feel about her just showing up at her job like this? Would she be angry? Would she ask Alexis to leave? She had to at least try, right? That's what she kept telling herself, anyway. |