Alsten looks back and forth between the angry and scared townspeople, and the combat-herd of catgirls, "Nothing could ever prepare for such a strange plague as this, well nothing except experience with something similar, anything else is but a pale imitation." Yuriko can undoubtedly tell that his bloodbound cruelty intrinsic to all of their kind appreciates the cunning society destroying effects, and the virtually bloodless execution of a world if the cure could not be found.<br/>"We'll all need to be careful, but you and the others even more so, we should acquire some more impervious body coverings for you and the others, something more than cloth, leather probably, though," as his eyes examine her body, taking in her tightly corded musculature, and more so the amount of skin left open for contact with the disease, "very thin leather in your case, wouldn't want to restrain you, out of bed anyways."