Her assault on the fridge would lessen as she hears the sounds of the others behind her, feels them pulling and caressing her tails in turn. With one final stab she turns away from the broken and battered appliance. Her tail wrapping around Vesele's arm, as another curls tight around the mouse girl's waist. "You...your right...we should be going, there is nothing else for us here." she agrees with them. Making her way out of the very door that Cyra had recently left.