The supposed weapon gives a deep hum before dying down. Carelza's demeanour changes instantly, a big smile suddenly plastered on a beamingly happy face. "Goodie! Apology accepted." The little woman slings the weapon on her back - right next to a light crossbow and a quiver of bolts - before looking to the rest of the group, the rage in her eyes replaced with a deep, impenetrable curiosity, like that of a little child living their favourite fairy tale. Her wild, unkempt, pink hair waves in the wind, her eyes locking with the druid's companion. Her jaw drops and her eyes go ever wider, and she suddenly begins speaking at such a tempo that one could wonder if she got hit by a time warping spell.<br/>"Oh, he's<span style="font-style: italic">beautiful</span>! The-tone-of-his-fur-combined-with-the-shimmer-in-his-eyes-provide-an-aesthetic-contrast-which-causes-a-psychologial-reaction-that-makes-the-viwer-more-inclined-to-notice-the-slender-edges-of-the-body-which-in-turn-enhances-the-slender-streamlined-form-of-his-muscles-providing-a-sleek-and-elegant-appearance-in-complete-confomirty-with-the-surrounding-no-matter-the-colour-and-form-of-the-background-and-is-further-enhanced-by-the-mathematical-proportions-in-length-witdth-and-depth-of-each-aspect-of-his-physical-form! He's... An artistic masterpiece of nature!"<br/>She gingerly approaches the feline creature, wonder in her eyes. She reaches out with a hand, wanting more than anything in the world to run her hand through the elegant creature's fur. She obviously have no concept of whatever the cat or its companion may think of it, an act that is more than just a little reckless.