Scott smiled wide and lead her to his car. Only once outside would she realize her current situation. Dozens of bipedal feline and canine creatures, all walking and speaking to one another, went about their daily business. Initially, Stacie had offered Scott a pet collar, but when he saw her reaction, he declined rather rapidly.<br/><br/>"That's right... you need a name, don't you?" he said as he picked her up and placed her in the passenger seat, the MASSIVE seatbelt covering from her hip to her midriff. Driving down the road, he tried thinking of a name... but he didn't want to just call out anything! If they were indeed creatures that operated on logic and not instinct, he couldn't give her a name she was not okay with...<br/><br/>"I can't ask you either can I... I don't even know if you can understand m-duh..."<br/><br/>He turned to her and asked, very slowly, as if it was going to help, "Do you understand me?"