The centauress's ears perked up as the dark skinned catgirl spoke, even slightly cocking her head to one side. <<You speak with a strange accent, miss...>> noted Lsttarya with a nod <<...but... if i do get that... you are a journalist, right? Anyway... writer and photographer, thou shalt not stay where big, loud and dangerous machines wanders.>> then, the centauress stood still, assuming a proud stance with her arms crossed under her bust <<...are you even authorized, miss?>> she spoke calmly yet with a stern look in her otherwise calm and peaceful eyes, as, as per now, that cute catgirl could have either been the most delightful companion for a chat but a thief and kidnapper as well, and with the nursery at a few yards away... where her milk-sons and milk-daughters rested, was more than enough to alarm or, at least, make her suspicious...