*the feline tilts his head, then releases a short hissing chuckle at Gorchev* Oh, put a sock in it, bluey. It’s not hurting anybody. Well, except me. And you gotta die of something, eh? *pats his grenade launcher* It’s either gonna be this, or them. I don’t care which. *begins to purr*
Sephiroth: *glances up at her, then lowers his head again, trying to psychically transmit to her that he’s not on edge or concerned*