[ Gray was fully prepared for Erebus to ignore her, so the nose in her palm is a pleasant surprise that softens her smile. This is a nice contrast to the last horse that lived here, which looked normal but maintained a considerable offensive zone. Noting that he was maybe looking for food, she will ask him later what treats he would like — and what he usually eats in general, just in case cybernetic horses are deathly allergic to organic carrots.

She carefully pets him on the neck, which is a weird and confusing sensation when his neck is metal, and then she follows his cue to look at D. Staring at chickens. He really is so gloomy. He'd look more at home in a graveyard than in this microfarm of a yard.

Gray shakes her head, her hood swaying gently. ]

It's alright. If anything, I imposed on you.

[ It's a polite-off... Also she really did rush in and gobble his soup like she came out of SkiFree. ]

I'm just glad Mr. Dokja seemed so happy. He was excited to have you over.