Tannis cringed slightly with knee-jerk empathy when the kitten girl attempted to rush her with a tackle of a hug...only to fall flat on herself. She gritted her teeth in frustration. "Yes because pantomime will communicate the nuances of complex situations effortlessly and without room for misinterpretation," the alchemist said, voice dripped with acidic sarcasm. She had nightmares about this, a world without rhyme or reason, where logical thought and common sense went out with the bath water.<br/><br/>"Who says we're going to defend your property?" Tannis exclaimed, listening to what the inquisitor was telling his new slave. "If you're considering her an object, I have no more responsibility to ensure her safety than I do the security of your weapons and armor. Admit it. You don't care about having a translator. You just want a fuck toy and that's what she'll be when she's not trying to translate for us. At least concede that! Use your own fucking rope for her leash."<br/><br/>Even though she didn't say it out loud, Tannis could help but think the poor kitten girl had traded one prison for another.