"Good, an armory in mind?" Xitco smiled with a curt nod, his shotguns needed to be cleaned anyway. The feline had no intentions of killing anyone of his disposal, because the neko could make surplus food. It was more for defending him and the rest of this group he worried about. As she work his neck he growled at one twisting movement. After she was done his neck felt like butter. He was really astonished, he couldn't get that crook out for days and she did it in seconds. "Seems you do have talents..holy shit." he said with his eyes wide open. "Were you a chiropractor or something? A nurse maybe?" now this could be good, and interesting. They would need someone with medicinal skills if the got into a rough scratch. Xitco turned his head around again and sighed contently. His mind was made up that this was pretty much a dream crew to roll with. Much better than a couple of anthro refugees. He didn't need to think about home now..the plantations hunters were probably wild about finding him. If it still ceased to exist. Bombs had hit the place pretty hard after he left; the LAN was no more fertile than concrete. If the slave had no land to work on, no food was to be grown, and the master would go hungry. Xitco shuddered when he thought about Master using his family and friend for meat..and even clothing.<br/><br/>He started to growl low; and may hae made him looks insane. But the tiger started to rise in volume, and he stood with anger. Xitco started to pace the room, his eyes gone wide and wild just staring at the ground. He stopped in mid step and roared with fury; his head tilting up and his chest rising. Xitco practically howled for a few selcnds then looked down at everyone with tiny pupils. He shook his head and felt the vibrations of echoing off his noise. "I...I'm sorry I don't know what got over me." he said quietly, and took his seat again. He pulled his knees to his chest and wrapped his muscled arms around them, whispering nonsense to calm himself. "They can't use us, no he can't." he said aloud, for everyone able to hear. His ears swiveled found and suddenly he was fine. His blood stopped running hot and he sat back, stretched out. There was nothing more to be said so in effort to forget this thoughts he just stared st he wall, maybe talking about it would make him feel better.<br/><br/>"My people might be being harvested for their flesh and pelt."