"We will see to it your way then Junko, assuming death does not beat you to him." The cat remarked with a certain level of smug amusement at its own timing. Typical of such an animal as it. Felines, most often those smaller sorts people associated with, were said to have a particular sense of humor that was both mythical and mystical - two qualities the sabertooth held in spades.

It turned its head to look up the tree where Jane's harness and parachute hung then back down again to the girl. With a raised brow it shook its head some, just faintly enough, to portray that it felt this a terrible idea. Of course, Jane did survive the explosion of a rocket, so perhaps the sturdy man would survive whatever was about to come after. Then again, one could not be certain, not with the strangeness that was giant machines, snake-women and clouds of shifting color.