Mar'cte showed her around the house. He had a decent sized place with small guest bedroom. It was very plain inside, with few decorations, but he did have plants which made her feel more at ease. He made sure she knew where the bathroom was, then he told her rooms to avoid like his master bedroom and trophy room. It seemed that he wasn't going to keep her locked up, and she was glad of that.

When the tour was almost over, she spotted an irridecent insect-like critter climbing up the wall. She curiosity leaned in closer to inspect it. She rarely got to see the outside. His potted plants and this little pest animal was the most of the outdoors she'd ever seen-besides being tied down in the jungle. But that time, she hardly could have enjoyed it.

The yautja let out a clipped growl and immediately went to smash it. Mitanni cringed, "Oh no, don't kill it!"

The tiny thing was nothing but a pest, but the passion and care in her voice made him hesitate. He glanced back at her and chuffed, prompting some sort of explanation.

"I don't believe in killing anything. Even insects have a right to live."

She squeezed past him, and he did not miss he way her arm grazed his. Her skin was so much softer then his. It was an accidental touch, but it would have been enough of an invitation to pin a yautja female on the floor, and have his way with her if she didn't protest. Distracted by his thoughts, he didn't warn the ooman that the critter was capable of delivering a sting, comparable to a bee. She scooped the thing into her palm and tossed it outside without harm though.

Mar'cte cocked his head slightly, just looking at her. She was so much shorter then him, but curvy, with shoulder-legnth dirty blonde hair, and dark blue eyes that he admired. There was more to her though, and she was a bit of a contradiction so far. She had been violent when trying to strike Rel, but then kindly saved a pest. She was polite and reserved, but then had a temper when it concerned other oomans.

"Come." he decided to continue the tour. Thoughts about the ooman would only be wasted, seeing as his son would be returning in a few days to pick her up.

Afterwards, he had said to make herself comfortable, so Mitanni did just that. She lounged on his furniture, watching a hologram, and catching up on the latest news since there were few other options. She supposed it was too much to ask for yautjas to put on a skit, or make a movie. She'd been told such things existed on Earth.

When she grew restless, she searched for the yautja. She didn't want to go touching his stuff without asking. Mitanni found him slumped in a chair, scowling at a hologram of red symbols. He was reading something and concentrating-or he was angry. She couldn't tell. Either way, she didn't want to disrupt him.

Mitanni tiptoed away, trying not to disturb him. She headed to his training hall, knowing she'd find a knife in there, but the door was locked. She went to the kitchen instead and began rummaging through the drawers. She found several knives, but all of them were either too big or too sharp for what she wanted to use them for. She went to the medical cabinet instead, and finally found exactly what she needed.

She tiptoed past him again, then sat down on the floor of the guest bedroom. She healed her wrists and ankles with the enzyme cream since he hadn't bothered to do it for her. Then, she applied the cream to her leg and used a sharp scalpel to shave. While some humans had constructed shivs to steal food rations, other girls had preferred to use them to shave. Mitanni had picked up the habit and couldn't stand the feel of hairy legs anymore.

Mar'cte was headed into the kitchen when he noticed that the ooman was no longer sitting in the living room. He didn't trust the ooman yet, and just wanted to know where she was. Her sweet scent was faint in the kitchen, but he followed it to the guest room. He silently slid the door open some, and found the ooman crouched on the floor with a blade in her hand.

He didn't wait to see what she was doing with it. He roughly shoved the door open the rest of the way and a released a booming growl.

He startled her enough that she accidentally cut her leg, then her eyes went impossibly wide. She shoved the scalpel away from her and it skidded across the hard floor until it hit the wall. Realizing how tense his posture was from the terrified look on her face, he tried to take on a more casual stance. It wasn't like she was a huge threat to him. He unclenched his fists, tiped his hips, and waited for her to explain herself.

It was already difficult for her to pronounce yautja words. And now, feeling like she was in trouble, her speach became quick and slurred together, "I was going to ask permission first, but you looked busy and I didn't want to interrupt you. I just needed something to shave with." Knowing that she'd nicked herself with the blade more then once, she felt the need to ad, "I was going to clean and disinfect it when I was done. I'm sorry."

It seemed that he would need to be more specific on what she was not allowed to touch, but first, he was curious, "Why bother removing the hair?"

"The humans I grew up around did it. They said it was to look good for their mates, or to attract a partner."

One of his spiked eyebrows raised and she realized what she had said. He was the only male around. Her cheeks instantly flooded with color, but before she could interject, he had something to say.

"I can take care of the hair so that it will never grow back."

Her cheeks were still burning, "That would be great."

He still didn't quite understand the point of her removing her hair. Still, if she was going to do it anyway, he didn't want her using his knives. Unlike yautjas, oomans could knick an artery and be dead in seconds. He didn't want to worry about her hurting herself.

It was quickly getting late, and she desperately wanted a shower and fresh change of clothes before bed. He had mentioned the bath/shower, but hadn't brought up what she was to wear afterwards. Left to her own devices, Mitanni was sure she could have come up with something. She'd wear a pelt from the bed or a towel, no problem. However, the last thing she wanted to do was get in trouble again.

The yautja was in his room, most likely getting ready for bed. She was reluctant to have to bother him, but saw no other options. The door was open, so she walked into the room. She immediately spotted him, half-naked standing in front of a cabinet. She caught him at a bad time however.

His hand was down his shorts, scratching at his...endowments. Mitanni was never more embarrassed. She covered her mouth to suppress a gasp, then silently ducked out of the room before he spotted her. It was obvious he wasn't used to having company.

She backed up, then started talking before she reached his door way to alert him she was coming, "Do you have something clean I can wear?"

When she peeked inside his room, he was standing straight and composed like usual. He grunted, as though he hadn't thought about clothes for her until then. She watched him search though his drawers. He still didn't have a shirt on. Her eyes started to drift from his hands, to his toned biceps, to the deep musculature of his back.

He grunted again and her eyes snapped to the leather shirt he held up. She prayed that she hadn't been caught staring. After saying a quick thank you, she fled to the bathroom with the shirt. It was too big, but it would have to do.

Mar'cte had known ahead of time that watching over an ooman was going to be tedious. That's why he had planned on leaving her at that facility until his son returned. However, he was surprised to find that he sort of enjoyed providing for her. When she got out of the shower and asked for a comb, he didn't hesitate to look for something similar.

He handed her the tip from his spear gun. It was just a two-pronged metal piece, dull enough at the tips because it was a projectile and didn't need to be extremely sharp. She took the spear tip with a smile on her face, and begun combing out her hair. Mar'cte moved away, acting like he needed to be in the bathroom. Really, he just wanted to watch her.