Jezeble looked around and growled.  It wasn't an angry sound.  It was more of a thoughtful clearing of the throat.  Two humans and a hybrid mix such as herself.  The humans were no problem, other then having to worry about accidently hurting them.  The feline... she carried herself with the bearing of a space marine.  She looked tough.  No need to worry about hurting her.<br/><br/>She nodded once, her tail curling and uncurling around her forearm as she smiled ferally.  "I can handle them.   All at once or one at a time?" she asked, her voice confident.