First a man with ashen colored wings and now a humanoid scorpion? Or was this fancy dress? Given her experience with the smaller variety she felt an odd sense of uneasiness. One always had to be careful in the desert to check for the creatures as those barbs of theirs were capable of injecting a deadly toxin. Trying to brush those feelings aside she took in the woman's other features, she was almost as broad across the chest as Amelia's dear husband Emerson, and she was just as toned. Presumably. ..

It had been rude to stare upon her approach but it was mercifully misinterpreted. Only then did Amelia look to the window. "That's quite alright. I should have been more patient as I awaited my turn.. or I simply could have gone inside." Taking the easy out in this situation. "Might I inquire as to what you were looking for? I have been out here the better portion of the day, perhaps I have seen something similar that would serve your purpose."