<div class="floatleft">(http://i375.photobucket.com/albums/oo191/Gunmetal_Discord/Catgirls%20and%20Rayguns_zpsma7rzco0.png)</div>Kaylee paused a moment and looked thoughtful as she considered what Sera told her about the Dogia.  She chuckled a little bit, her tail swishing forward in front of her protectively as she unclasped one of the catches along the soldier’s ribs.<br/><br/>“So, you’re<em>all</em>this big then?” she asked a little incredulously, “Seems like family gatherings would be pretty hard on the furniture.” She teased with a bit of a smile, though she was more thinking about the hazards of getting caught underfoot.  It did go some way, though, to explain why the Dogian military was so well regarded, Kaylee hadn’t really run afoul of them yet.<br/><br/>She stayed quiet once Sera’s first haunting note rang out from the flute she’d produced.  Her fingers moved over the hard armor shell, following the curve of her flanks to unlatch the lower catch.  The weight hung heavy on her shoulders for a moment as the feline reached up and detached the clasps there.  She shifted the breast plate over to the mannequin easily.  Of course, even as she turned away, one of her ears always oriented towards Sera, listening attentively.<br/><br/>Dropping to a sitting position on the mattress, she closed her eyes, the tip of her tail twitching back and forth as she ran her palms over the larger girl’s hips.  The belt and cod-piece of the armor plate was easy enough to sort out, but she was looking for something else.  Reaching down to follow the smooth armor along her inner thigh, she finally found it.  With a soft “snikt” she unclasped the locks holding the plates along her thighs in place, lifting them off the mount on the hip guard and setting it aside on the bed.  She repeated the motion with the other leg, pausing a bit to look up the towering expanse of Sera’s body, wearing a tiny appreciative smile as she watched the expression on her face as she continued play the instrument in front of her.<br/><br/>Finally, as the long note began to trail off, she settled down on the floor in front of her, legs folded underneath her as she leaned back and propped herself up with her arms to look up at her.  The armor had mostly been transferred to the impassive armor rack beside her, only her boots and the soft underlayer of armor left on the soldier now.<br/><br/>“It’s pretty.” She offered, closing her eyes in appreciation, “But what does it mean?” she asked casually.