(So, Fiona's disguising-- does it or doesn't it do anything about scent? I'll assume for this post that scent remains unchanged, but if it is altered I can edit to fix.)<br/><br/>Chrrou can't help but jump and twist in surprise when Fiona sidles up nearby; for someone to whom a scent is as distinct and recognizable as a face, it's hard to miss the sudden approach of one's natural predator, and she's close enough that he could pinpoint her with his eyes closed-- but when he turns, there's not a feline feature to the apparently-human girl. Flustered, he turns back to the pair waiting to hear his words, trying to put her from his mind-- it's not good, imagining cats everywhere...<br/><br/>Instead, turning quickly back toward the two who're patiently waiting, the mousefolk in question kneels in front of them and ducks his head. "My name is Chrrou," he begins. "I wanted to thank you for what you did yesterday. I have family in the city, and I wasn't here to protect them..." Lifting his head, he looks troubled. "I hadn't imagined they wouldn't be safe here, but if those of you who stepped in to help hadn't been there..." He can't bring himself to speak what would have happened aloud, only shuddering instead.<br/><br/>"But..." Brushing himself off, the mouse starts to stand up, clasping his hands together again. "I've heard things about what happened, but there's a lot you can't hear secondhand. Could I trouble you to... well, can I ask you about what went on? I'd be glad to buy you both a drink," he offers, momentarily curious about just how much drink that would be, so far as Lilandra's concerned... "or if you've got business you need to do, I can meet you whenever is best..."