[Better reception than she could have gotten. Mukuro nods, pads closer, moving smoothly. Not rushing him, not prowling. This is not the way she would approach if he were an enemy, but she knows he has no way of knowing that - all she can do is telegraph as much as she can that she means no harm. She isn't carrying any weapons on her, guns or knives - nothing but the claws and teeth the Fog's given her, same as him. That, too, is a message.

She gets close enough to sink into a chair, automatically tucking her tail out of the way. The look she gives him is rather soft, for the infamous black butcher wolf.]

...Thank you.
I know it's probably -- [she makes a vague gesture with one paw.] ...rough. After everything.
I wanted to check on you. Talk some.
Have you been okay...?