The catgirl looked on with slight disinterest as the voices of those around her changed from the melody of greeting to discontentment and resentment.  Huh.  Well, it sort of was her job to make them happy.  "Look," she said, "hello to all of you, and I'm sure I can get to all of you in time.  If you're going to start getting all inquisitive and uptight, don't do it over me.  I'm not really much to fight over."  She was lying outright; she certainly knew she was something to fight over, having some complacency in her nature.  "First things first," she said, eyeing the curious young man with the green mohawk, "what do you want?"  Her tail swayed slowly behind her.