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[The feed switches on and cycles through mediums, from audio of something softly growling, to black and white armored hands, flash of a gold visor, and blue sky above as the device is fiddled with, and then settles on text. A couple moments pass before any words are entered.]

AGENT MAINE TO COMMAND. REQUESTING STATUS. UNKNOWN DEPLOYMENT. CLARIFY.

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[ Hey hey hey, she's adorable okay. Just ask York or Washington. And happy. BOY is she happy, and doesn't seem particularly worried when he lowers that strange weapon of his. She does pause to tilt her head at it, showing she's at least aware of what a weapon is - she's affectionate, but not actually stupid - before attention switched over to the Pricklemaine.

And giggled in musical girlishness, dancing in a circle once before bowing back at him. Are you new? I'm Lela! Is that your Person? What's his name? My Person isn't here yet, but I am sure she will like your person! ]

[Maine eases the weapon back, and then replaces it on its holster. He's not about to be afraid of a cat. ~~He just doesn't know what she's capable of, yet~~]

[The Pricklemaine wiggles in response. I am new! He is my person! He is strong! I am strong too! He is named Mane! I'm sure he will like your person too! Look how strong we are! He growls a little and makes little play-fighting swats at her peach.]

[MAine watches the two of them interact, then growls something of amusement and kneels down to be on their level. If only the Covenant had been more like this.]

[ The idea of being afraid of Lela was rather laughable. The fact she was a fierce little fighter seemed unlikely, not when she was bouncing back out of playful swat range, mewing delightly before she ducked back in to tag at Pricklemaine with one of her own paws. ]

[ Strength is good! And he looks really strong! Said as the man in question hunkers down to Spirit level, and Lela immediately crowded past the pricklemane to twitch her green whiskers at Maine properly. Her front two paws reared up to rest against his bent knee, and she tilted her head as she stared at his visor. It was a bit like Emile's! But much less scratchy. And she could see herself in it, oooo. ]

Mreeew~!

[He's not used to pets, or animals in general. It wasn't really possible on the Mother of Invention, and wasn't something he concerned himself besides, normally.]

[Here, with Lela on his knee and Mace running excited cirles around them, he's not sure what to do. He raises his hand, pauses for a moment, and then awkwardly give Lela a couple pats on the head. Is that how it's done?]

[ Her ears flop to the sides, leaving plenty of room for Maine to pat her head without worry. She can handle a few heavy handed helpings, her Person didn't really know how to deal with Spirits either - though an excess of strength had never been her enhancement.

When the pats stop, Lela rears a little higher, keeping one paw on Maine's knee, and the other forepaw reaching up to gently pat the sloping dome of his helmet with cream coloured pads. Little kitty face seems to smile hugely while she's at it.

Boop! ]

[Absolutely anyone else that tries that would get batted across the street. Now, Maine merely grunts with light amusement, gives her a final bap on the head, and then stands. He considers her with a soft mrr, then glances around, wondering who her owner was.]

[Mace busies himself batting at Lela's tail with little play-growls.]

[ There's a delighted sound when Lela is booped on the head in return, and then she turns to 'boop' Mace in retaliation. Hey now, her tail's more delicate than yours!

As for Persons, there's a slight, guilty gasp from the pink cat. Oh whoops she was supposed to do a Thing, and she hasn't done it yet, and her Person will worry! Oh dear!

She rubs her cheek against Maine's shin, purrs at the Pricklemaine, then trots to where she dropped the strange little bag - a cloth purse of some kind. Wagging her leaf tail in farewell, she darted off, off to find the moogles again. No doubt she'd see them later.

She couldn't wait for her Person to meet them! ]

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