The culprit revealed itself, barking out his indignation. It... he... looked familiar. The name -- Sasheem -- didn't ring any bells. At least, Parsley didn't believe it did. Wait, no. It does sound somewhat familiar. Where have I...
The blue skin, the black M on his person... yes. It was that annoying little gremlin from months ago. The very one who had such a powerful desire to kill her sister's precious little human pet that he was willing to engage in random, wanton murder until he just so happened to hit his mark.
"Oh, it's you. I had hoped you had crawled back to whatever rock you crawl out from under, but I suppose I can never have what I want. If you're here to kill Jack, you're about five months too late. He's dead." She snorted indignantly and turned her back on him, choosing to continue looking out over the edge of the Lookout. "I will admit, you're much more intelligible than the last time we spoke."