Endzela gave a soft sigh as she curled up in her bed at the sheltre. She had recently gotten out of the hospital after a little while of really nothing but torture. She glanced around the cell-like room. The place was somewhat macabre, but the pets always got descent care from the sheltre workers. After a while, the brunette began spacing out a bit and drifting off. Until the opening of a door was heard, telling her that either just a worker or a worker or potential adopter came in. Flinching, she sat up and put her glasses back on, shaking. Hearing an unfamiliar voice told her that there in fact was a potential adopter. Sighing shakily, she began to try and calm herself before he made it to her.