Not the Warmest Welcome.

WHO: Kayos and Grayson.
WHERE: The safehouse.
WHEN: After midnight.

Kayos had made sure that she hadn't gone back to the safe house. She didn't want to, Jocelyn had made it perfectly clear it was her place so...yeah. Either way, she'd hunted around town and found a building she wanted to buy and renovate, so she could just leave the safe house to the woman. And she'd found it, and bought it, and was trying to figure out just how she did want to renovate it. It was still avoidance at it's most basic level. Jocelyn had played the territory card, as far as she was concerned, so Kayos was just going to not go there. The last thing she meant to do was cause problems, and quite clearly, that had happened just by her existing so...

She would have stayed away from the place entirely too, but when she'd bugged out the other morning, she'd left a few things there, and she wanted them. She'd come into this reality with a backpack of possessions. They were all important to her, so yeah. Not leaving them lying around somewhere she wasn't planning on returning to? Excellent plan.

She bypassed things like walking there. She had the coordinates mapped out pretty well and Teddybear helped her out so when she arrived, it was instantaneously, in a flash of pale blue light. Then suddenly there was a Kayos in the living room.

When he had promised Jocelyn that he would check Kayos out and see what she about, he had every intention of holding true to his word and investigating as best as possible, finding out as much as he could without making it obvious that he was snooping around for a friend. As far as he was concerned, there was several strange factors at play, not only the female's origin and unannounced entry into their lives and their 'team', but her name as well. What sort of name was Kayos? It certainly sounded demonic, which would support his and Jocelyn's theory that she was of that bloodline. Grayson would just have to wait and see, he supposed.

Figuring that the best place to run into this Kayos woman, whoever -- and whatever -- she was, was the safe house, the werewolf had made his way there as soon as his time had become his own and no one else's. When he had arrived, there had been no one else around, only their lingering scents, ones that Grayson would now be able to pick out anywhere for years to come, likely for the rest of his life. A wolf's capacity for scent memory was superior to any other creature's and as such, Grayson had always been able to remember people based on their unique scent markers alone. People often shrugged or laughed it off as less than useful, but they had no idea.

The last thing he had been expecting was the flash of light, and a growl was chasing hotly up his throat on the tail end of a flash of wolf gold in his eyes as he turned from the doorway in which he had been standing, facing the entrance expectantly -- he had noticed the unfamiliar backpack and presumed it belonged to the newcomer -- and to have the stranger appear at his back had him immediately on his guard. Standing there, tall and fairly bristling with feral energy, he looked far from accomodating.

When she was suddenly being growled at, Kayos had two reactions. One was where she'd been just popping in for her bag, and hadn't planned on pulling a gun, she was now armed, revolver leveled at said growler, and two, she immediately had her back to a wall, just so she couldn't be hit from behind. What happened third was she registered the fact that she knew that growl. It was that sound, of course, that filtered through before anything visual did. She'd heard it so many times, though it hadn't ever been directed at her before.

Focusing her bright blues past her gun, onto the werewolf, she saw him then. Let her mind grasp that it was Grayson. The werewolf she'd known before. Known well, even. Had that underlying crush on. That she'd felt die. She'd tried. She'd tried to save him, she'd got there as fast as she could, but it hadn't worked. He'd just...taken too much damage. There was a soft whisper from her lips, just a name, unconnected in this 'verse. Just: "Jack..."

It wasn't often that Grayson growled at people, he tried to rein it in whenever he could, bottle it up in order to keep from spooking humans or other supernaturals who had had no intention of riling him one way or another. But when he was in what was supposed to be a protected space where only a small, select group of other supernaturals ever came together, he felt he had every right, especially if provoked in any way, and having people pop up out of nowhere -- especially at his back -- was bound to provoke him.

The growl died down and his eyes narrowed with a furrow of his brow for accompaniment as the woman -- he had to assume this was Kayos, though she didn't quite fit Jocelyn's description; she wasn't exactly 'chipper', to say the least, especially not while pointing a revolver in his direction -- whispered that name. A non-lycanthrope perhaps wouldn't have caught the soft mutter but it was hard to get anything past a wolf's ears. "Put down the gun." If she chose not to do so and instead decided to pull the trigger, there wasn't much he would be able to do about it; unlike a wide range of other supernaturals, he had no distance attacks or magical methods of defending himself. All he had were his reflexes, and in close quarters against a girl who obviously knew how to handle a gun, they might not be enough.

Of course, sure thing, Jack, let me put down my gun. I'll do that, and run over, and fucking cling to you like a lamprey. And nevermind the fact that I might get a little choked up and shit. Really, just ignore that entirely. In fact, why don't you ignore me entirely? That'd be the best start. went rocketing through her mind, even if she did little more than blink. God. God god god. Her heart was hammering in her ears, and she needed to calm down. What was with this fucking town?! First D, now Jack? Her werewolf? God. Fuck.

Wait. Gun. Right.

She lowered it, but didn't put it back in it's holdster, she just looked at him across the room. "...I-" she started, then realized she needed to try again, because one word answers here weren't going to get her anywhere. But what to say? Hey, sweetcheeks, I need to go for a really long fucking walk okay? To deal with the existence of you, which you totally won't fucking understand. That would go over well. "I was just here to get my bag." she tried again, and gave herself a million points for managing a full sentence there and everything.

Naturally her thoughts, the tone and pace of them, were lost on Grayson; he had no way of knowing what was going through the blonde's head and frankly, no desire to. As far as he was concerned, she was a stranger here, one who had just dropped in unannounced and that was always going to put him on edge. On top of that, he considered her an intruder because of how Jocelyn had responded to her. He couldn't help but want to warn the girl, perhaps only with his body language, that she ought to be careful where she tread and on whose territory she was encroaching. If she was a demon, the idea of her and Jocelyn getting into some kind of altercation didn't exactly inspire any kind of indifference or confidence in Grayson; who knew how well a witch could hold up against a demon, and what kind of demon she was exactly?

"You're Kayos." It wasn't a question, but a statement, an announcement of fact that while based on an assumption was one that he stuck with all the same. "You're a friend of Doc's." Or so they had heard. The situation hadn't been clarified exactly, and ignorance of any kind was bound to put a wary wolf on guard.

Oh good! You've heard of me. And by the whole body language thing, I'm willing to bet it hasn't been that I'm a fluffy little bunny fit for snuggles, sunshine and light. Awesome. Hi, Friend of Jocelyn. went through her mind. Which really, gave her such a bad, hollow pang in her chest she almost slid down the wall at her back. But she didn't. Because she was a girl who'd lived through a fuck metric ton and she wasn't going to crumble now. She put her gun back into it's holdster, and looked back at him, trying to steady herself. You can do this. Breathe, Kay. "I'm Kayos." she confirmed for him. "I'm also leaving. I'll get out of your way in a second, I just needed my bag." she said, gesturing to where it was beyond him. There, see, Jack? I'll just get out of your hair, and you can...do whatever you're going to do and I'm going to go curl up into a nice little ball and cry my eyes out for ten minutes, kay? You have a good night now!

She seemed in an awful hurry to grab her bag and go. Paranoia wasn't exactly the right word for what Grayson was experiencing in that moment but it was a mixture of something not entirely separate from that and curiosity. Wolves were curious, as were a good variety of animals; there was no escaping it. "So you're a demon?" he ventured. He had promised to garner as much information as was possible, and if Kayos went and teleported out again before he had the chance, then it would only frustrate him. Though he hadn't moved from his place in the doorway, most of the feral gold had faded from his eyes, leaving the normal blue behind.

Kayos blinked at him, making an immediate face that showed confusion as well as disbelief and possibly a twinge of disgust. "What?" she asked, totally unable to stop herself from asking the question. Jesus fucking--a demon? Was that what Jocelyn was running around telling people?! "You have got to be motherfucking kidding me." she snapped, going from upset and feeling suckerpunched to feeling pissed in about .2 seconds.

Even before Kayos aired that anger, Grayson detected it in her scent and the same body language she had -- unbeknownst to him -- gauged only a few moments ago. "I'm going to take that as a no." It was almost deadpan, level and steady, the werewolf not allowing himself to be spooked by either the sudden outburst of whatever other abilities she might have besides the teleportation. "It was just a question," he pointed out matter-of-factly.

"Yes that's a fucking no!" Kayos insisted. "God--A demon?! Seriously? That's where you go immediately, that's where you land? What the fuck, man? Is that what you were told? Is that what Jocelyn told you? Is that what she's telling people about me, when she met me for all of point two seconds before she decided to dump all of her issues all over me because I was in the same room as her man?! Really? Just--straight to demon?" she snapped, now no longer afraid of getting her throat ripped out by the werewolf who she knew was perfectly capable of doing that. Her insult to injury was apparent, the sting of the accusation plain in all of her being in those moments. "Oh, just a question, right! Why didn't I think of that! Because jumping straight in for 'demon', tossing the D word around, that's just reasonable as all hell isn't it." she said, giving him a flat Look for that. "Come on."

Clearly demons were always bad, if her reaction was anything to go by. Still, Grayson didn't show much in the way of his being fazed, simply muttered a somewhat dry, "Wow." Was it really so bad to have someone ask if you were a demon because you could teleport? How was he supposed to know if he didn't ask? Not all supernaturals had a distinct scent marker. "It could have been worse," he said, almost with a sigh in his voice. "I could have jumped straight to asking if you were Satan." There was just a hint of sarcasm, almost as though he were on the verge of being amused at her outburst instead of annoyed.

"Yeah, well it could have been better, too, bright eyes. And less totally bloody insulting and insane, and going right for the jugular." Kayos said. "Just oh hey! You! So, you a demon?! You're the guy with the yellow eyes, I might add." Even if they weren't yellow anymore. She remembered them so. Fucking. Well. She had her arms crossed over her chest and she huffed just a little. Well, at least being pissed off shocked her out of being wholly depressed for a few minutes. "What, might I ask, would even let you think for two seconds I was a demon?" she asked. "Isn't this meant to be a safe house? Aren't demons barred from being in here? And would Doc really just start bringing home demons? Seriously? That's some fantastic logic failure there." She said. Then kept her eyes on him. "Yes. I'm satan. Lord of all that is unholy, yadda yadda yadda. I prefer 'Kali, Goddess of Death', really. Satan gets confused too much with Santa, and I'm not a jolly fat man." She could deadpan with the best of them too.

"And here I was thinking demons had red eyes," he returned before getting back to the point and actually focusing on answering her question. "The only way to know is to ask, and for all I know, not all demons are evil." He held back, through sheer force of will, from reminding her that she didn't need to get her panties in a twist about a simple question. It didn't strike him as the best way to wind her down. "Isn't that, what's the word? A stereotype?"

"Yes, that's the word, but still. My point was you're exhibiting more demon-like qualities than I am, and there's still other things you could have done here. Why would you say demon?" Kayos asked. "And why not start in with 'Hi, my name is 'fill in the blank' I have been told of your arrival. I already don't like you, so we can skip over most of the chatter, but I'm going to have to insist you tell me what it is you are, to be terribly politically incorrect about it all'." she intoned. God fucking damnit, she wanted her Grayson back.

"Well, I would say that but, well, you just did." Sometimes Grayson's sense of humour could be a little dry, not easily accessed or appreciated by others, but it was part of who he was. No apologies and no explanations. "So tell me what you are. Colour me curious, especially after that little eruption over the 'D' word." His hands had found his pockets, all traces of yellow were gone from his eyes, and he finally strode out of the doorway and into the room properly.

Part of her recognized his humor for what it was. Part of her heard it, and almost pulled a smile, but in the end, she couldn't be sure she wasn't just reading in. That she wasn't trying to hear something because she needed it to be there. Shared humor, something together. This wasn't Jack. And she really, really needed to remember that. With D it had been bad enough, but she didn't know how well she was really going to hold up her walls around Jack. They'd had such a unique relationship. She remembered what he smelled like, and the rhythm he breathed at when he was in wolf form, snuggled up with her. How about you not think about all that right now, you twit? she snapped in her own mind. Kayos leaned back against the wall and rubbed the heels of her hands into her eyes, before she answered. "I'm a willworker. I guess. I'm not a demon. I'm just here for my bag. I promise I won't show up here ever again." she said, sounding how she felt--tired.

"All right, but before you vanish into thin air again, sorry I offended you. It wasn't intentional." He had heard of willworkers, naturally, given his placement at Babylon, and he knew they came in all shapes and sizes, or at least had a wide variety of abilities that they could wield. That was how he understood it anyway. That was good enough for him, at least. "Honestly, at the risk of exposing my ignorance, I'm still learning what's what in the big bad world of the supernatural. And that's made even more ridiculous by the fact that I was born a werewolf, believe it or not." So maybe he was extending an olive branch, in a way. She didn't seem like she was there to cause trouble -- or she was an exceptional actress or at least skilled at misdirection -- and she hadn't shot him on sight. It wouldn't have been fair, or very open-minded of him, to deny her a chance. As close as he was with Jocelyn, he couldn't judge Kayos based on what he'd heard. That wouldn't be fair. If Doc trusted Kayos, then it was with good reason.

"...start with 'hello' next time, bright eyes. It tends to work way better than 'are you a demon'." Kayos offered as she pushed off of the wall and crossed to get her bag, though she paid Grayson a wide, wide berth. She didn't want to risk that whole clinging hug thing that part of her still wanted to do. Her tone was gentler, though. Even if it was still sounding tired. "And born werewolf...neat." Even if she knew that already. She shrugged one strap of her bag over her shoulder and looked back at him, recalling in her own time when he'd been that ignorant of what was around him. "...a heads up. Don't ask anyone what they are if you don't know. It proves you don't know, and that puts you at a disadvantage. I mean, not only does it say that you aren't sure what they are specifically, but like...with this case? I could assume you don't know anything about demons. Don't give anyone that advantage. Ignorance'll get you killed really fast, in more ways than one. Don't let that be one of them." she told him, tone genuine. It was something she'd told him before, even if it was in a different time and place.

See? How could she be some kind of evil hellspawn when she was giving him genuine advice without taking advantage of it for herself. Grayson stood there with his hands in his pockets, watching Kayos and analysing exactly what she had said to him. There was something about the way she worded it that struck him as odd, but he couldn't for the life of him figure out what that something was exactly, and so he let it go, shrugged it off -- figuratively speaking at least -- and nodded his head. "I'll keep that in mind. Thanks." Perhaps instead of sniffing around inappropriately for information he could instead figure out just what it was that Kayos was doing here, why she had just suddenly appeared in their little group and how exactly she knew Doc. He would, of course, be a little more subtle with those investigations than he had been with the demon inquiry. "I'm Grayson, by the way."

Yeah. I know it is. Only I call you Jack. she thought. "Kayos, but you knew that." she said in return. "And you're welcome." she added, gripping her bag strap and shifting on her feet slightly. She didn't know if she should just blip out now, since it had startled him so much the first time. "Anyways, I'm not coming back here, so...if you wanted to pass that along to certain parties, that'd be appreciated. I got my own place in town, so I have no reason to be here at all. It's all hers, or yours, or whatever." she said, not sure what else to say there. "I'm gone." In the end, she glanced around to look for the door, which really, she should be better versed on where it existed. But that happened sometimes when you teleported places. Immediate exits weren't in your mind like they would be otherwise.

That door was still at Grayson's back, the one that led out of the safe house and back into the town itself. The werewolf could see that Kayos couldn't quite find where it was, so he stepped to the side to present that option to her without a fight. "Look," he began after he'd stepped aside, "you obviously don't have any ulterior motives, at least not any negative ones, so as far as I'm concerned, if Doc brought you here then it's for a good reason, and he obviously trusts you. It's not my place to ask why, or how he knows you." His head tilted a fraction, an all-too-wolfen gesture.

She looked over when he moved, and saw that the door was behind him. Fabulous. She'd have to walk past him to get there. Just peachy. She looked at him again. "...I haven't had the warmest of welcomes." she said. "So...save it, okay?" she said, not really wanting to hear placation from the guy. Not him, not Jack. It just hurt to hear it. "I've crashed the party uninvited, and you guys don't really want me here. I get it. So, whatever. Consider me a non-issue." She started walking past him thoroughly depressed now. That idea of her not fitting in was back, and it was huge. Not just not fitting into a group dynamic, but not fitting with this world. Not belonging here on a fundamental level. Spider, c'mon, man. This really really hurts. Couldn't you have at least warned me? she thought towards the absent spirit guru.

There was a chair at his back now, but it was faced in the other direction, but it gave Grayson a perch all the same. "Fine. Just thought I'd make the effort." If she didn't want it, then he wasn't going to force it on her. At the end of the day, he didn't really know Kayos and certainly not well enough to try his luck with her. As he had already thought, teleportation might not be her only ability; he personally had no idea if willworkers only had one ability each or a selection from which to choose. There was one thing he had to clear up before she left though. "When you saw me," he began, brow furrowed and eyes that were still wholly blue a fraction narrowed, "you said 'Jack'. Why?"

Kayos continued to head for the door, feeling all kinds of upset. She felt dangerously close to tears, and she really didn't want to do that right now. She felt alone, alienated, and generally unwanted in a manner that she couldn't even really have anticipated, let alone was familiar with. No, this was all new, and it was all bad. She stopped with her hand on the doorknob, and half glanced back, but didn't actually lay her eyes on him. "I thought you were a friend of mine." she said. "I was mistaken. Apologies." she said, and then turned the knob to step back out into the cold, shutting the door quietly behind her.