<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/77/Tigrasidepanel2.jpg)</div><br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Name/Alias:</strong>Greer Grant / Tigra<br/><strong>Origin:</strong>Magically Altered Human<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Avengers Tower<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Jack, Johnny Storm, Jarvis<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Tigra could sense the pheromones from each male, whether they were natural and just hormonal or otherwise.  She had the sensory facilities to pin point a horny male a good 500 feet away. She smirked to herself especially as Jack high tailed (heh high tailed) it after her.  Her own animated appendage swished back and forth as she had started up the stairs and soon made a u-turn and hopped down over the stairs onto the platform she had just came up on. Narrowly missing Johnny she smirked some at the idea of pouncing either of them and continued on down toward the Dorm level. She had hoped that Jarvis had other foods ready and waiting as she rushed into the kitchen. Tigra all but ran in, her long red hair billowing behind her as she realized the importance of swift action while wanting to fill her stomach at the same time. Pouring a large glass of milk, she turned to the Avengers Butler and Cook accepting a full plate of two burgers, sans fries.<br/><br/><strong>"Thanks doll."</strong><br/><br/>She felt an odd urge to flirt with even the older man but refrained from doing so. He seemed a bit stiff and wouldn't respond as she liked, therefore wasting an effort put forth. Though seeing his reaction could be a bit humorous. She grinned facetiously and turned back to the white haired male.<br/><br/><strong>"Jarvis... you ever give a pussy cat a rub down?"</strong><br/><br/>Her eyes glinted mischievously as she watched his expression. The suited man nearly paled at her words but his expression remained stoic and he shook his head in reply.<br/><br/><strong>"No Miss Grant. I cannot say that I have."</strong><br/><br/>She almost pouted as he didn't fall into her little playtime trap. Shrugging a bit she bounced off with her food and milk and headed to the elevator. As she waited for it to arrive she started drinking her milk. The trick now would be to hold the milk and the plate of food while trying to eat. Oddly enough the orange and black striped cat-woman would have to eat like her extended species, off the plate without hands if she wanted to eat anything before arriving on the top level.<br/><br/>The elevator dinged its arrival and she stepped inside the empty compartment. She lifted one foot up to press the top button with her toe and carefully balanced herself while doing so. It wasn't a great feat to accomplish but it did take some finesse. Now that the doors had closed and it was rising upward, Tigra looked back to the plate and leaned her head forward to nibble at the burger from over it.<br/><br/><em>"This isn't working..."</em><br/><br/>She didn't realize she speaking in her mind as the words traveled out to all the Avengers telepathically. Continuing on, she sat her glass down on the floor and finally just picked up the burger and started nomming away. The bits of cheese melted and the grease mixed with ketchup and mayo dribbled down onto her chin as she hungrily attacked the meaty meal. One burger was finished as the elevator dinged at the top floor and she reached down for her milk. Taking a long drink from it she stepped out, a thin white milk mustache had formed along her upper lip and she looked around casually before setting the now empty glass on a random table.