Val Salia was quiet this time of night. The torches stretching over the adobe like walls that were carved like a large termite hill. The structures was a mix between Human and insectoid, a staple in House Ivenmoth's ingenuity with their Baaxid Allies. It was a sight she was once amazed, now it was a bit more homely, though since the cause of her "Condition." It seemed even larger then before.

She was on a "patrol", or well. That what she calls it. In reality it was more of a walk before she got back to writing her reports, since she couldn't really do anything to bring down a suspect because of her handicapped size, officer of the house or not. Her yellow eyes look over to the variety of guardsmen acting casual and posted amongst the streets. Placed their by the trade master to keep his little diplomat safe after those Scavs nabbed her, which also the day her best friend got shanked by one of the little Fekkers. She had a good time helping Ram experiment on their cadaver's though she was very dissapointed she couldn't cause too much damage to them. A soft quiet hiss left her muzzle, her shell tooth making it even quieter.

"Should have let me take zhe hammer to Zhose dirty Scavs."

She walked through the alleyway, hearing many soft whispers from the guardsman, probably finding it hilarious or curious that a scav was now wearing a officer's uniform. She knew she would have, back when she was a human. She softly found a view of the lower and outer city by a small balcony. As she looked at the torch lights. She thankfully was not having another crisis. Though the oysters back in her writing room would probably put that down real quick

"Anozher night as the Zhe best pet scav. My dignity is dying." She mumbled. Rubbing her face with her paws. Though she can't go back now. Like always, she needed to step foward.