Kintla Flatlands and never thought you'd wind up chasing me

Much like the other day, when he had encountered Donna, this particular female had a dramatic flourish to her as well. But it was comical, almost as though she were trying but not trying so hard that it came off obnoxious. There was something a bit more organic about the way she carried herself, no doubt suited to a more plush life than the one she found herself in. Maybe. He hardly had enough to form an opinion, but readily rose to the banter all the same as she ragdolled with seeming shame.

"Well we can't have you losing that," he said, a twitching nose to follow. "If you lose it here, you're liable not to get it back. The foxes would have another batch of dignity to add to their pile. They'd hold it for ransom." He struggled with the straight face, but felt it would have to do. Mordecai didn't want to crush her ego, let alone be at the receiving end of ire either; his curiosity lingered even behind the charade.