"I prefer to keep to myself, sir." The Italian inflection to her voice was easily noticeable - she was native to the country. Arabella remained hidden in the shadows, trying desperately hard not to leap out and order the others to attack. The poor children were currently hiding in the wine cellar, and had assured her that the newest addition would be without voice within a matter of minutes. She had been with them for almost two weeks now, it was about time she became one of them. An ear twitched and the cat-woman fought against the urge to scratch. It would only show where she was.<br/><br/>"I have, however, seen a large cat stalking my vineyards and my own little felines. I am quite afraid for my life and haven't left for some time. I try to keep my cats inside, but my supplies are running low now." Hoping he would leave soon on his hunt for what she had realized was in fact herself, she nearly growled. "Sir, I'm very sorry but I am quite ill at the moment and ask that you leave right away. I do not feel comfortable with you being in my home, nor on my land."