Yasha had the benefit of watching how the catgirl greeted most everyone else, so that- when it comes her turn- she's already quietly told Marik not to get upset, and steps into the rough embrace with a grin. Returning the hug with her own (albeit significantly weaker, but at least she TRIED) backslaps, she laughs through only a little pain as her smaller form gets manhandled. "Were the pastries sweet and delicious or was the squirrel? Don't answer that, I know the answer's both," Yasha laughs, flicking her tail around and treating the catgirl as though she were an old friend. That was, in fact, one of the underrated abilities of either a politician or a mercenary captain, and one Yasha had been working at for years. "I'll just stick with Arcea to try to save on wear and tear of my throat, then, if you'll stick with Yasha we'll be square!" The squirrel-girl, despite her long isolation in the train's cabin, is fairly plump and well fed, squishing a little in the catgirl's grasp; her scaled associate, having been forewarned, just folds his arms and keeps watch on the surroundings. When she gets set back down, she brings her tail up and practically pushes it into Arcea's hand, giggling with pleasure at the feel of having it stroked. "You wouldn't believe how long it takes to keep this thing groomed," she confides, "But I think it's worth it. The day I meet someone with a fluffier, more luxuriant tail- well, that's the day I'll start trying to figure out how to retake the top spot by adding them to mine!" Flicking her tail away as business calls, she adds, "Raccoon girl was just trying to get all of the nobles and valuable people away from the train to tell us what happened that the train can't go forward, insteada just telling us out here," Yasha explains with a smile, not actually outright ridiculing the situation. "Still, y'know, I'm sure whatever-it-is will be fine!"<br/><br/>And when the other Bucovina makes her entrance, Yasha leans over and whispers, "Shouldn't say that, I'm arguably of noble birth myself. And while I might enjoy the warm place you're thinking of, I'd rather be in a place I can enjoy more than once, yeah? But I know how you mean, the ones who stomp around expectin' the world to owe them. Me, I figure, all the world owes me's a chance and whatever I make of it I make of it."