Lupa fell to her knees and looked at the two creatures. "I wish you no harm.  Please don't hurt me." She shielded her face.  Her voice was fairly high-pitched, though she refused to admit that it was.  She was fairly afraid of the guns pointed at her, but she was much less afraid of being killed by one of them.  If she wasn't taken in by these creatures, death was the next option in her favor.  She looked at the one that had spoken to her, or at least in her direction, with fear.  The other one didn't seem as threatening, at least, not yet.  She was afraid they would spare her life but throw her back like a little fish.  If they threw her back into the devastation that once was her home, she didn't know what she'd do.  She finally uncovered her face and looked up at the two creatures, noticing that they both had tails.  She crossed her arms in an attempt to keep warm and watched the quiet one's tail flicking.