The passing swipe at her docked tail nub made her back arch in surprise and she covered it with her hands. She turned her head and watched the tiger make his way to the table. She squished her face a bit in disconcert, but made her way to follow him to the table warily, her nubbed tail wiggling slowly, low and cautious. Her ears pressed back against her head, almost blending in with her hair, and she glanced at the food out of the corner of her eye. It did look delicious, but she was very obviously in the presence of something much wilder and no doubt more dangerous than she. She cleared her throat to ensure she could get his attention.

"You know, where I come from, it's customary to get a lass's name before swatting her backside." She said with a smirk, sounding much braver than she felt. Here she was, in a strange place, with stranger people, in a much stranger body than she remembered, and she had way less answers than she liked. Though she was accustomed to strange new places and strange new faces, a little more familiarity would make all the difference in the world to her right now. "How about this, I'll start." She put a furred hand on her chest and attempted to lock eye contact. "I'm Fiona, er," she looked at the dog tags around her neck, with which she had only very, very recently become acquainted with, "code name, Shepherd." She said, letting them fall back against her chest. "And you are?"

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