"Yes," said the nondescript figure addressing Melinda, something in its tone betraying the fact that it felt nothing like sympathy or compassion with the one whose suffering was assaulting their ears. The fact that that woman must be in agony was of no import to it, but that came across less as callousness and more like ignorance. Its as if figure was never taught to care for others, even though there was something glowing in its jet black eyes that hinted to Melinda that to her, at least in the immediate future, she was in no danger from this creature.<br/><br/>When Melinda named her dress 'dirty' and intimated something like displeasure or discomfort using from that fact figure moved with the speed and grace of one of those tigers in the London Zoo. In the space between heartbeats it took hold of the remains of her dress and tore it from her body and cast it aside. As it did so Melinda caught sight of its hands and found they were big and broad with fingers like sausagestopped with long hard nails much like claws. She got the impression out could have Add easily stripped flesh from bone as it had her dress from her battered form. Again, some intuition had her feel that with it she was in no danger and that her rescue was not a random act.<br/><br/>It then leaned its head to the side and looked at her as if relying on her to indicate if what it had done made things better. In some ways it looked at her the way a toddler does the first time or does something for itself. "Dirty no, now?" our asked haltingly trying to work through the list of Melinda's complaints and assist het in addressing each of them.