Catalina thought about the bar's name as well. She had the awkward thought of the half-nymph twins shackled to the sign outside while wearing skimpy outfits. Her mind really had a hard time being serious, just like her mouth. The upbeat catfolk listened the slim gunslinger's ponderings about her sanity and humanity. She patted Umara's shoulder in comfort. "You're nyaot a psycho, silly! It just means you're a great shot." Said Catalina in a cheerful voice, seeming to be missing half the point of her teammates musings. She giggled as Umara's answered the twins' question for them. Her teammates were so entertaining. "Can we have a big party?" She asked. The cat hoped no one would invite clowns or jesters.