Tamara was about to pounce the mouse boy when the scientist came back. She yips and quickly hides behind Turk, on all fours, her ears flattened against her skull, and her tail tucked between her legs. If it wasn't for her pet programming, she'd have already made a mess and devoured the three beings, but the programming is very efficient, the scientists who did it ensured it would override most of her instincts.<br/><br/>She watched as the cart was rolled away, then she turned back to Turk, all bouncy again. The swift changes of mood and behaviour was quite surprising, but one got used to it over time. "Who are we going to visit? Who? Who? Who? Who?"