That inscrutable expression softens, somewhat. The newcomer rests her arms on her knees, looking - to most people - relaxed. She isn't, quite. She's...at rest, not vulnerable, ready to spring away, or to lunge, without a moment's loss.

Her voice is very gentle. "Well then, little cat...right now, talkin', I'm a wholeass adult who's had to say that to people when I was your age, an' you're a kid, someone I gotta look out for. But if you wanna flash fangs at me, we're just two monsters, and that's a real different kinda conversation. You follow?"