*the mutt feline’s eyes widen as Gorchev moves in on him, making a loud painful yowl as the other squashes his privates. The cigarette falls from his mouth and he seems paralyzed at least until he has been let go again* What the… *makes a loud angry yowling sound* What the hell is wrong with you, male? *stumbles back away, trying to maintain any dignity he has left*
Rizon: *lowers his head, seeming rather downcast and unhappy* Understood… *perks up again when she tells the group to move out and salutes* I’m ready!
Sephiroth: *moves in front of Seferia, wanting to keep an eye on the front of the group*