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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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[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.]

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[ 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! ]