Kala listens, trying not to fly off of the handle again. It's hard- especially when she learns that "most" of the so-called predators in this town<span style="font-style: italic">don't even digest their food</span>. That particular shock sends her ears flat against her head again, jaw locking shut in protest at the thought of relinquishing a meal fairly won. Even so... she cocks her head to one side as the giant yellow ball continues. "Ob...server," she says. "But I'm hungry-" she starts, then stops talking. That argument sounded like it wasn't going to hold up here. With a snort, glad for the distraction, "The smile seems showy. I had not wanted to react, but it seems almost- boastful. This mouth is enough to get anything down I want to, why would I need more?" She heaves a sigh. "This culture has little for me. I came to the town because there are generally more jobs for those willing to fight in towns than in the wide open spaces between them. That simple."