The frills on Trixie's neck had started to flare up at the human male's... callous entrance, but her ire quickly turned to mirth as she watched him go through his routine. An interesting lot, this; she had been so certain that the droid was a fun-time model, and here he was a medic. Then there was the kitty, and the human girls- each of which had gotten her own couple of snapshots-and of course, Grumpy himself.<br/><br/>And now it was her turn. Her non-mechanical eye flared and she shifted between phases, just long enough to stride through the grumpy human man and take a seat opposite him, settling in beside the Goz girl for the moment.<br/><br/>"Trixie. To put it simply, I am good at getting into places where I might not be wanted." The red-scaled reptilian grinned at Grumpy and let her tail brush the Goz' ankle, giving the man a wink. "And ogling. I do that quite well, as I am sure mr. Commando would agree..."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>