"Let's, shouldn't take long."

They get takeout. A big burger for their guest. "...Do I still have to watch what I eat at all? I imagine I'll burn through it right quick if I keep training."

"You can abuse your body in all kinds of ways as a cultivator and mostly get away with it - see Ms. Fox's smoking - but I personally think getting in the habit of it distances you a little more from everyday people, and I'm careful about that kind of thing."

"Makes sense. Fast food as an occasional treat, mind the unhealthy stuff somewhat. Got it."

She orders a smaller burger, chips, diet coke, and whatever Cocoa wants. And then it's off towards the docks. Carefully, city driving is harder.

Cocoa gets a burger too. 

"Alright, we're close now. Find somewhere quiet to park, we'll be bringing Ms. Fox back with us and she'll probably draw attention."

There's a Q-Park near the bay. It's mostly empty this time of day, even, they don't have to go in the big parking garage section and find a spot near the entrance of the flat lot.

Cocoa rolls down the window and takes a deep breath. 

"... I smell smoke down the way we were. She's probably hanging around. Let's go looking. You carry the food just in case she tries something."

"And evade if she does?"

She gathers up the bags.

"Yeah."

Cocoa gets out of the car, and his body language shifts. He's ready and alert, his shoulders square, his stride confident. Battle King Black Claw walks south towards the warehouse rendezvous.

Abyssal Bride follows, tense and alert, ready to grab her weapon if needed.

When they reach the front of the warehouse, out of sight of the few remaining dockworkers, a black fox pads forwards out of the shadows. 

It becomes the woman from before, still without any clothes but plus a knife. She rubs the flat of the blade across her other palm and grins. "Hey. I can smell hamburgers. You son of a bitch, you really did it didn't you?"

"I swore I would, after all."

"That wouldn't stop some. Alright, I'll follow you. In fox form, I'll stick out less. As soon as I'm somewhere reasonably private I'm eating a hamburger though."

"My associate here has clothes for you if you'd like to try them on, actually."

She holds up a plastic bag, gently tosses it over. Inside: plain underwear, dark blue t-shirt, jeans, a black baseball cap without any logos or such. White socks and a pair of those expensive-ish running shoes. "Kind of guessed on the size, but it should be close."

She stoops. "I'll get these on, then." 

It takes a few minutes for her to dress and tuck away her tail and ears beneath pants and cap, but afterwards she passes for a human fairly well. The clothes are a little large, and there are slight bulges in the cap and the pants, but it's not very noticeable. She tucks Cocoa's knife away in her jeans pocket. 

"Alright. Pass me the food."

Food is a bit too delicate for tossing.

She walks up and hands the fast food bag over at arms length not looking terrified at all!

Anna takes it. She's polite enough not to snatch. 

"Three hamburgers?"

"Two of those are our suppers."

She pauses. Cocks her head. Reaches in, takes one burger and its fries. "There'll be more food at the house, yes?"

"You have my word that there will be. Steak, and more."

"You can keep your hamburgers then." She offers the bag back to Trys.

She takes it back and backs up. Tries not to look like she's deliberately keeping black fox in her field of vision.

"Car's next to that garage over there. Are going now, or in a minute? We'll have to return it later, though."

"Let's go now. I'll eat on the drive."