He smiled, exposing cutely sharp canines. "Food hm? I take it you're from a human colony? I was surprised to see you out and about, seeing as how humans have the tendancies of ground hogs. But you're brave aren't you?" He rolled off of her, standing and lifting her to her feet by the wrists. With deft hands, he unstrapped the M16, holding it under his arm. "Rifles are such clumsy weapons. Pistols are much better." He brushed his fingers under her chin. "Now, if you want food, you'll have to tell me your name love." He flipped a pistol from the holster. "And please, don't try to run. I can get rather.... nasty." His eyes held a bit of dementia.<br/><br/>"Come, come. Let's get you something to eat before you die of hunger. Seeing as how I found you, you are quite officially mine." He tilted his head, smiling widely, two of his tails ensnaring her wrists. "Tell me miss, are you familiar with the term 'finders keepers, losers weepers'? It pertains here. I promise I'll take good care of you though." He pulled her close, nipping her ear. "I may even give you your clunky rifle."