Emory Geral
Sitting down on the table, Emory peaked at the portfolio the man brought out. His work was amazingly detailed, with perfect thin lines. Only one corner of her lip twitched up, her only hint she was satisfied. Looking into his eyes again Em said, "I want it across my back, in red." Peaking around the shop again she took note of the disconcerned human artists that had no idea what sat in their midst. Realizing she didn't know her artists name she asked "What do you go by?". Emory was used to uncomfortable interactions with people, its how she lived. Often times she forgets that she lives around human and needs to try and keep her behavior in check, because normal humans were cordial and not weird. She let out a little sigh at that and waited for the artists name.