Laura Trevellyan's massive bulk steps from another doorway. At a glance it's obvious she's fresh-milked, and somewhat more mobile than usual. She looks around, waving to Fuuma, her staff held low and ready to engage in the usual ruckus.<br/><br/>Usually a supporter of the "underdogs"; those who were whaled on by the other preds, Laura is also one herself, though only once a month at maximum; her body is, after all, designed to be a herbivore. An over-confident feline launches himself at Laura, who drops her shoulder and helps the cat over her head with a swipe of her staff that should make almost every male watching cringe at the moment of impact.<br/><br/>"Young'uns... you'm nev'r gonna learn, be you?" she chuckles "What you'm thinkin... I'm a girt big girl... you'm really think you got  what it takes fer five thousan' pounds of beef?" she rests on her staff and shakes her head, chuckling<br/><br/>"'Lo Fuuma. How be on?"<br/><br/>(("How be on" is a Westcountry phrase meaning "How are you", and "girt" means great, as in great big, or very large. If anyone else requires Bristolian-to-English terms, just ask))