[Cargo Bay - Outside of infirmary]<br/><br/>Trixie sighed as the sniper confirmed her suspicions. Granted, by that point it was already too late; Neymi was in the infirmary, and heady waves of possessive, territorial rage were boiling out of the room fast enough to make the empath's head spin. Not for the first time, she caught herself questioning why the warm-bloods were so damned quick to anger.<br/><br/><b>"Great. Next thing you know, the kitties will be walking around spraying things to mark their territory." </b>It took no small effort to keep her frills from flaring out in primal response to the territorial display coming from the doctor's office, but Trixie managed to hold it together for the moment. Barely.<br/><br/>Luckily for her, the rambunctious arrival of yet another mercenary on the scene gave her something to focus on, something to distract her from the primal instincts that the kitties' displays were prodding and poking inside of her. It wasn't perfect, but at least she could pull that coy smile back into place and wave her greeting towards the newest face.<br/><br/><b>"Well, it was going a bit slow, but we seem to be having a minor personnel glitch.... so I think it's going to go slower."</b><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>