"Looks like you understand pretty well," Cathari's tail swished back and forth behind her as she perched on her chair, a fanged smile on her face as the Commander ranted. Yes, yes, he couldn't spare anything, like everyone else she had needed something from ever. The cowl didn't do a particularly good job of hiding her white, fluffy ears, which flicked as she continued, "deep in Ork territory sounds fun. I'm going to need a rifle. And snacks. The Inquisition requires an ample supply of snacks. Salty is better than spicy is better than sweet."