<div class="floatleft">(http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2014/352/3/2/splinter_by_jennyverse-d8a97sl.jpg)</div>The white fiend's words came out as a jumble of warning shouts to Mistress Splinter's ears.  Her muscles rolled beneath her fur, tensing for an attack.  The muddled abilities of her psyche were unable to determine if she should preempt the creature's assault with one of her own, or not.  As luck would have it, the woman was able to calm just enough to hear the next part of his words more clearly.  At least she could discern his non-combative tone and start to slowly take herself down from high alert.  Keeping her blade between them, Splinter responded with words rather than actions.<br/><br/>"K-.. Krang? Who is..? N-no.. I know of no such person."  Her posture began to straighten from the hunched position she'd taken for the fight.  "You are in the sewers. I would think that is obvious. New York City, to be precise."  Splinter tilted her head in thought.  One by one, the realizations of her situation were coming into focus.  "Though.. I suppose saying you are on the planet Earth would be helpful in your position..? If you'd tell me where you're from I could better assist you. I am Mistress Splinter. A trainer of the martial arts.. and mother."  Her tone had finally softened to one of welcoming and safety, though her sword remained high.  Still in a fervor of lust, there were things she remained blind to.  Her posturing for a fight was one.