The hallway of the building makes her chatter slightly echo-y, as two young Asians stalk towards the apartment. The smaller of them is talking excitedly. "(So I thought she was little, just like a toddler or maybe, but she's -much- older, older than me even. Very nice girl, although, um, dresses, um well. And then I saw her and Salem on-)" Lyra pauses to take a breath, eyes wide and voice hushed, "(-a date!)"

It's a little hard to imagine. That Walker, on a date? Yi holds herself in a state of perpetual disbelief that is natural to most ragabash. "(Did it turn out a disaster, though? He isn't exactly the--)" She pauses in midsentence, only to resume on a digressing thought. "(Well, John wasn't exactly the type I would say either.)"

Lyra spreads her hands out, shrugging in a 'who-knows?' way. "(I couldn't stay, and Eamon made us move because there were so many- we all ended up in the pizza parlor -that Salem was getting antsy and grumpy and...well, Salem-like.)" She giggles, then stops in front of an inconspicuous, normal door, knocking on it lightly. "(Aie, I should've brought food,)" she exclaims, frowning at the door, as if it were the door's fault.

When one of the two Gnawer knocks on the door to her apartment, Renee lets them in. Keeping out of sight, in the shadow of the door frame. Once they are inside, she closes the door behind them. "Hi," she rumbles, voice harsher then normal. The Galliard has taken to wearing the near-man form. Even with the extra foot of height, she still looks eight to nine months pregnant.

Yi winces at the mental image of an angsty Salem and following Lyra's note of bringing food. "(Forgot again,)" she echoes with a small tap of her knuckle on her head. "Hello Renee," she greets the galliard with a look upwards, then sliding back down to the belly. "And hello to you too."

"Sorry we didn't bring food, Nee," Lyra says apologetically, hands swinging in her sweatshirt pockets. She has to look up at the Galliard now, head tilted with a small smile and questioning look. "How are you holding up?"

Renee shrugs. "Good enough. Kid has claws now," she rumbles in complaint. "Been keeping busy." The Galliard flicks on a switch, brining light to the previously dark room. It seems that someone gave the Galliard water paints, which have been liberally applied to the walls.

Yi squints her eyes with the sudden shine of lights, and then has a look at the walls. "Keeping your mind busy?" Slightly distracted is the raggie, but attentive enough. "How much longer, do you think?" Claws. Ouch.

Renee scratches at her sparce beard. "Month an' a half, I figure. Feelin' too big, even like this. Gonna haveta go bigger soon. Haven't see you two in a long time. Whatcha been up ta?" After asking, the Galliar waddles over to the couch and sits down with a grunt. "Fuckin' feet hurt," she mutters to herself.

Lyra wriggles her nose in sympathy, glancing at the walls. "Tried to help pip out on his Rite, a little, but...well. I haven't got much help to give there." She shrugs one shoulder, trying to remember where exactly she's been all this time. "I work at the store now- eh, yannow that. Just taking care of Auntie. Have you seen Aiyana around, though?"

"And you will change location from here, then?" Yi brushes off a stray wisp of hair tickling her forehead, musing. "I don't imagine you will be birthing here." But anyway, getting back to what she was doing. "Jamethon. He's called his forces, and we'll be going soon."

"And where else could I go?" Renee asks the Ragabash rather pointedly. The pregnant Galliard wrinkles her nose. "Come back alive. Don't need ya gettin' killed, the way John was."

Lyra blinks at Yi in surprise. "Heading off on a trip of some sort?"

Yi smirks darkly, but nods as if accepting a command from an elder. Glancing at Lyra, she replies with a nod. "Awhile ago, Jamethon challenged for Fostern rank. His challenge is partly, to bring back the head of a Dancer. He needed a pack to help him, and asked me to be a part of it. And we will be going Wyrm-hunting, somewhere." The no-moon shoots a quick sideways look to Renee. "I intend to avenge his death, not imitate it."

Renee grunts. "Somehow, I don't think John was plannin' ta get killed. Jus' be careful, ka?."

"Oh." The halfmoon takes a seat on the couch arm, swinging one foot idly. "Don't suppose you've got a Philodox with you? Yannow. Someone to watch your back." Lyra grins.

Yi slowly nods, looking about and finally settling to sit on the sofa beside Lyra. Thinking of who is going with, she shakes her head. "I do not think we have a halfmoon. But, I suppose this is a pack that simply goes in, takes out a few enemies, and returns. I think it is called 'harrying'?" She looks to the more English-knowledgeable Garou for confirmation.

Renee nods. "Yea. Thats close enough. Harrying is when ya bug the shit outta someone, then run like hell before they hit ya."

Lyra's grin quirks up on one side. "Mmhmm, annoying them to a large degree...killing them would prolly be considered annoying." The grin fades a little as a question surfaces- "Only a few? I heard there were a lot there. Why aren't we trying to take them all out?"

"Well, we are, but in this case, there's too many to handle all at once." Yi nods, as if affirming this to herself. "Fight smart, you know?"

Renee grunts. "More of them, then us, even if we took the whole fuckin' Sept."

The Gnawer halfmoon seems surprised. "I didn't know there were -that- many," she says softly, looking out towards the walls. "That's not good."

Yi leans back against the sagging couch, a shrug hidden in the gesture. "It's not good, no. But that gives us a reason to live and fight. Could you really imagine living an everyday life now, even knowing all that you know? I've tried many times to think of what life could be like. Seeing with a blinded, dirty view of the world."

Lyra laughs. "I'd be behind the counter of the shop every day." Her smile and laugh is short-lived, though, and she looks back to Renee. "I don't think I'd go back to that, though. Leastaways, life means something now."

Renee nods. "Yer a good kid Lyra. Yer doin' fine."

Irreverently, Lyra sticks her tongue out at Renee. "Mmf, don't sound so old! You're younger than me, last I thought."

Renee smirks. "Yea, but I shifted before you did."

[Log ended there for OOC sleep.]