Mimi found it hard to understand most of what the scary computer lady was ranting about, but she recognised one word easily enough. "Milk!" She mewled, her face eternally bright from the promise of such a wonderfully delicious treat. The fickle, pink-haired feline girl couldn't help but enjoy the fact that ISIS was delivering her favourite treat to her, but that didn't change the fact that her lack of being was both confusing and scary. A blush spread across Mimi's face and she mewled enthusiastically, padding off to the place where she'd seen that peculiar dark lady emerge with food.<br/><br/>"Thank you Mrs. Computer Lady!" Came the upbeat words of gratitude, her demeanour shifting to a kind of bouncy excitement as she abandoned all others and bounded off towards the milk. "C-Can Mimi have milk all the time?" The cute cat girl inquires, padding expectantly into the pristine kitchen room, wondering if there would be the computer lady to bring her some milk. In her mind, ISIS was still very much a person, and it was a little hard to let go of that image.<br/><br/>She looked about the 'food room,' which was about the most advanced terminology she had adapted for referring to the kitchen. If nothing else, her English could certainly be creative. Still, she peered anxiously around the confines, hoping to find her prize laid out for her. She cared not for the room's features, Mimi wanted her milk!<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>