"Well lass, I reckon that's on you, innit?"

Bloodsnap sits back on her haunches and waits, keeping a good distance between them. Surely a bizzare sight -- one woman pressed to a wall across from a strange chimera of creatures that spoke with an Old English cockney. There's a distinct knit in her furry brow, as if she were annoyed. Some part of her is a little too amused to be annoyed though.

For good measure, she slides her tongue across her lips. An idle gesture, but since this woman seems to be jumping at everything else...