Skye leans against the railings of the dog pound, her fingers tapping rhythmically, as she appears almost zoned out.

"Is anything ever going to happen around here?"

She mummers to herself before glancing over, spotting you, her expression lighting with interest.

"Finally, someone worth talking to."

She straightens up, skipping up to you with a smirk.

"What brings you around? You as bored as I am, or are you just looking for trouble?"