It was difficult to figure out just why she was so angry. She was acting like he'd done something wrong, but he'd just been looking at the entrance trying to figure out what to do. Was that really so bad?

Remaining still for a moment he pondered her words, and her use of his real name. Very few people even knew his real name anymore. He was just Orc. Charles was long dead as far as Orc was concerned. Gone with that last patch of visible skin.

"Don't have a place." He stated simply. This was the first time he'd actually realized that with Howard gone he didn't really have a place of his own. He always just slept in places that were Howard's, like his warehouse or the Inn he lived at with the cats.