"Well, that is an interesting conversation that just walked into the bar," says the redhead sitting at the table.

She's not Irish or Scottish or even anywhere remotely northern European. Maybe she dyes her hair that color.

The striped hyena at her feet lifts his head to measure up the two who just came in and then to consider what the woman said. He then huffs and shakes his head at her. "Maybe, maybe." Despite his dismissive tone, he looks very interested.