Richard was on morning duty, making some breakfast for the others once they awoke. He greeted Cobra with a signature smile. "Erik! And good morning to you!" He paused and tilted his head. "Although, you do look a little like Macbeth this morning. And not just in the grumpy way."
Cobra grunted. He considered telling Richard off for using his real name, but that was just the way Richard was now. Plus, you never criticize the guy with the hot food, or the coffee for that matter. Richard handed him a bowl that he wordlessly took. He hadn't stayed around long enough to get food the other few times, but it occurred to him that he'd been basically relying on Lucy for handouts the past few days, and something about that rubbed him the wrong way. So he accepted the oatmeal with herbs and took the bitter coffee to wash it down. Richard then attempted more conversation, which essentially equated to him talking and Cobra half-listening. He'd learned long ago which frequency to tune out specifically when it came to the talker known as Hot-Eye. "Say, there's been some interesting rumors going around the guildhall, oh yeah. Something about a ghost that robs you of emotions…"
While Richard rambled, Cobra stewed in his thoughts. The animal woman from last night was almost certainly dangerous, his instincts on the matter could be trusted that much. The problem was he couldn't ascertain the exact threat level. Was she just overly curious, or did she have some hidden agenda he hadn't grasped? He cursed the fact that he'd lost her while in thought the night before. Although, if she really was fanatical enough to stalk around the love doctor hut, there was a good chance she would be there again today or tomorrow, as long as she didn't get paranoid over their encounter, which was a decent chance. Setting a trap was an option, but that would also mean explaining things to Lucy and Mirajane, which, speaking of, he still didn't know if that storefront owner was a part of anything. Somehow, he seriously doubted someone who would rent out a storefront for a love doctor experiment also hung out with a nearly feral woman. Far more likely that the two incidents were separate troubles. Unless, for some asinine reason, the woman was some sort of bodyguard sent for the storefront…Cobra's head began to pound. He took another sip of coffee, it's bitterness so pronounced it was impossible to think of anything else while you drank it.