Ptricia had shifted back to humanoid form, but with a serious bulge below her breasts. She was slipping the discarded nightgown back on, and gave a small belch.<br/><br/>"Uuurp! Sorry we weren't here sooner. We were still snuggled up in bed when..." she sighed, "... in order to do my job as your chief of security, I've got a scrying spell on you at all times. Not full vision and sound, just an awareness of where you are, your general emotional state, that kind of thing. There's a linked teleport too, so if something does happen, I can be on the scene immediately. I'm sorry I havn't told you before now, but I didn't want you to think I was spying on you. I'm not, hionestly, I ignore it unless I sense a threat."<br/><br/>She looked somewhat hang dog, which was quite an achievement for a cheetah.<br/><br/>"Don't beat yourself up, I'll do that if you need it!" said Rayn. She made a disgusted face. "The big problem with eating trash off the street is that it tastes like it. I don't think this guy had ever heard of soap... heck, I don't think he'd ever heard of water. You owe me one, little cousin."