At least Whisper seemed to be far less irritated than his owner. The naga noted this as the fox-woman tried to turn away her offer for help and all but refused to use the PA to call for the two kittens. With a little sigh the serpentine woman again  moved down just a little lower, coiling up upon herself so she was eye level with the blonde haired kitsune. Her blue, slitted eyes sought out Meguri's own and the gentle smile already perched on her lips widened as she caught sight of the young woman's little fang sinking into a plush lip in an almost childish fashion. She shook her head in answer to the question about the shelter's state which sent her platinum hair flying about her shoulders. When her hair settled, Nesea reached up to brush the wavy platinum strands away from her face and brought herself just a little closer to Meguri.  “The shelter is a safe place.” Her words possessed no small amount of conviction, tone serious for the moment. “If anyone ever touches you, well... There's no antidote for me.” She grinned, her  lips splitting to reveal her own set of fang-like incisors. An educated sort would likely know they were hollow, made to inject potent neurotoxin in the same way her lesser kin's own would.<br/><br/><br/>As the serious moment passed, the lamia's features lightened once more and her jovial attitude returned. She straightened up on her coils, again rising up far above Meguri. For a moment she looked puzzled , her brows knitting together as she pondered just what to do to find the two mischievous kittens. If calling them over the PA was out, they'd have to search through the entire shelter manually and while the task was certainly doable, it was not going to be an easy one if the two Cheshire kittens were as devious as she assumed they were. A set of slender digits come up to  caress her own chin for a few moments as features grew more and more pensive. Finally, a few moments later the lamia let out a sigh that seemed to make her entire body deflate as she sank down and nodded her head in answer to something that had never even been asked.<br/><br/><br/>“We will just have to go to the sleeping hall, then. That's where all the people will be right now.” Slowly the woman uncoiled herself before she waved Meugri along, making a 'come hither' gesture with her index finger before she set off down the hall toward the shelter's sleeping quarters. “They picked a good time to run off, at least. Most are working or simply getting ready to bed down. There's not many places they could have gone at this hour.”<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>