Mina's jaw dropped open in awe.  Both man and cat seemed to be something out of one of the discarded fantasy books that had been passed around by the older kids.  Technically, she was too old to waste time with such things, but she remembered at least one with a picture of a woman riding a beast that size, wearing an outfit just as scandalous as the ones that the female workers wore.<br/><br/>The roar brought her back from her dreaming.  This creature could take her arm off like a toothpick.  It could take<em>his</em>arm off like a chicken wing.  She wasn't sure if she was rooted to the spot from fascination or terror.