"NOW, YOU CAN START BY TELLING ME YOUR NAMES." Casselba's voice is deeply mild, caressing even. But her eyes, those orbs right now are nothing shy of predatory. The metallic gray has been transformed from its cyan rush to the blazing inferno that is her gilded canine eyes.
At the sight of her calm features—touched by the stokes of pure werewolf fury just underneath—the Finney brothers cringe, to their credit. Her lips don't even ease of the wrath.
"I—I'm Pip Finney," the second twin shivers. He points towards his brother by his side. The young man has being taken down in a haze from the many electrocutions and just hangs down awkwardly.
"Sam Finney," he gestures at the lax weight of his brother. The chains holding him up doesn't permit much movement of his arms so he does it with his head, a slight incline in the direction of his brother.
"Alright, Pip," Casselba starts, eyes still a sunny glow. "Now, that we're acquainted formally, you can go on."
