She flicks an ear and glances at Stone, shaking her head. What we need is a calm voice now, the creature's clearly upset and...<br/>She stops, and takes a step back, letting go of the...well now that she takes a closer look, she can see it's a girl. And talking. Poor thing...the drugs kids do these days, Monkling wonders if they're ever really worth it. She keeps one paw on the girl's shoulder, nodding. "You're in Leo's Cafe on 3rd and Lemon...in San Angelo." She studies the woman, trying to check her pupils. "You remember what day it is?"