She cut off mid-sentence of a rant involving the anatomical features of goats, and blinked in surprise at Rimeera. "Me? Oh, I'm just going out for an<em>evening stroll</em>, with all my worldly possessions being lobbed at me by a bunch of prudish sons of whores!" she said, her voice shifting from sarcasm to anger directed back towards the building, as a crate bounces out and lands at her feet. "Mr. Snuffles!" she cried, grabbing the crate, which meowed, piteously.<br/><br/>"So what do you want?" she asked, glowering at Rimeera. "Come to mock me, too?"