"I just ain't sure what to do with her. Tyrfing and Fr--Venomoth have been doing a good job of keeping the poor thing calm, but I wanna help her out if I can."

Even if her million-yard stare freaked him out.

"I mean hell, I don't like cats, but I ain't heartless." Lancer shoved another egg roll in his mouth, momentarily showing off far sharper than average canines.

...Which was probably ironic.