Fiona's ears perked up when she heard her name, and shifted a wary hazel eye between the man who had swiped at her, who must be the one named Isa, and the man in the hoodie, vaguely thinking of ignoring him before quickly thinking better of it. She turned towards him to give her full attention, but not before sticking her tongue out at the tiger mockingly, a tiny flash of pink between her lips, gone as quick as it had come. When the hooded man mentioned her obvious canine attributes, she shifted hip to hip a bit, still somewhat uncomfortable with her new, strange form. "I would assume so, yes, some kind of canine sounds about on the mark." She replied, offhandedly, letting that same-old-showbiz upbringing talk for her.

She wasn't stupid. As if the feline hadn't been feral enough, this guy seemed to be much more imposing. There was no softness or joking to him, despite the fact he seemed to be in a fairly good mood. Fiona could only shudder to picture him in a bad one. He clearly smelled canine, but it wasn't her kind of canine, something with more force, more power, and he was sizing her up. She didn't like it. There was not much of her to size.

Fiona took a deep breath, "So, Lucifer, is it?" She mused, strolling up to him, letting her body glide on her flexible joints. "You, and me, in one on one combat? Hardly seems fair, does it? I mean, you're easily, what, thrice my size? You must lift a mean 300, at least." She said, looking him over with a low whistle. "You must be [i]some[/i] kinda canine, too." She said plainly, raising her eyebrows for extra emphasis.

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