I think she's alive. I kinda poke at her and tilt my head, ultimately shrugging and not caring too much as she gets dragged away. Getting scowled and reprimanded as I simply continue not to care. After all, its not my fault that I forgot about her. If humans were less stingy about the whole mass murder thing, I wouldn't have been caught up in the whole fight. Its obviously the bouncer's fault again. Damn him! He nearly took the life of a possible slave because of his insistence that I pay for my crimes. He must be stopped.<br/><br/>Meanwhile I get pet and squeeled at, molested and gropped as I purr slightly, not being opposed to being treated like this, up until she started tickling me. THen I pounce on her on instict. I position myself on top of her, my face in her crotch and vice versa, burying my tongue into her slit as I lap her slit with my rough tongue. Deciding to indulge her and tease her, rubbing her clit with my rough kitten tongue to pass the time.