It had been a long night, followed by an even longer morning with her first run in with a couple of other weres in the city. Pretense was hard to keep up, but the animal in her left very little room to show weakness or compromise and it could be...trying. When she had finally made it back to her apartment she turned the key for the three different locks before putting her shoulder into the door to force it open. It seemed cheap apartments couldn't be bothered with things such as shimmed doors and level floors; yes she had noticed how any rounded object always managed to roll off her small kitchen table. Stepping in she relocked the door behind her before facing the ramshackle place with a sigh.

The space wasn't large, but she didn't need too much room anyway, not when she had the whole city and the forests beyond to roam in when she felt the need. One corner a kitchen, the other a dining area, both fed into the open living room then a single door into the small bed and bathroom beyond. She yawned wide in pure exhaustion before dropping her purse and keys in a heap, kicking of her heels and walking to the kitchen. Only once she had cracked open the fridge and rummaged through the sparse selection did she hear movement behind her. Her delicate face popped up over the refrigerator door before smiling at gray tabby cat that now perched on her kitchen counter. "Hey Grayson," she greeted the still somewhat mangy excuse for a pet before reaching up to scratch beneath his chin, "I thought you were going to go shopping?" She teased him with a petulant look before returning to the open fridge and extracting a carton of milk.

She had found the cat, or rather he had found her, only a day after she moved in. He had been sitting on the fire escape outside of her bedroom, pawing with both front feet in a desperate plea to escape the rain pouring down. Luckily it hadn't been a thunderstorm or she wouldn't have been much use to him, but as it were she was able to get him inside and dried off. He had yet to ask to leave and she didn't push the matter. Setting down the carton she took a bowl and a glass from the cabinet, filling each in turn before setting the bowl down before Grayson who stepped up to it eagerly before downing her own glass. She finished it with a refreshing sound of delight as she absentmindedly stroked the tabby's back and tail, milk had a tendency to per her in a euphoric state and it was exactly what she had needed.

Finally she trudged to the bedroom and collapsed on a lumpy mattress that was considerably less comfortable than the one she had dozed on last night but it would do. In minutes she was out, Grayson padding in silently to join her before long and they both napped peaceably next to one another. She awoke with a start what seemed like only minutes later, but by the fading light she knew it had been hours, by an obnoxious amount of sound coming from the other side of her bedroom wall, the side that did not belong to her. She glared at the wall, not ready to be awake just yet as even in human form she lazed as much as here were counterpart, before shoving a pillow over her head in attempt to drown it out. It worked momentarily before the volume seemed to escalate, some kind of muffled gunshots that she wouldn't have minded had that silenced what was causing all the racket.

This is the curse of better than average hearing, she thought bitterly as she raised a fist to bang on the side of the wall to no effect. Groaning she sat up, determined to deal with this problem before it became a habit of her neighbors. She slipped on black gym shorts and a gray tank, flip flops, and stormed out of her apartment with her dark blonde hair flowing behind her with a questioning mew from Grayson as he followed at her heels. The sound seemed to expand in the hallway, combining with some awful kind of music that she hadn't really noticed in her room, what with the gunshots and all but she was more concerned with her immediate neighbor and could deal with the rest later. Pounding on the door she heard movement within as the rustling of locks was the precursor to a startled looking man, slightly taller and younger than herself she gathered and human. "Are you deaf?!" she shouted, just in case he actually was as Grayson stepped forward to wind his way casually between the man's legs. Traitor she thought of the not so stray stray even as her hazel eyes refused to look away from brown ones.