Oh hey, a talking cat. [A young woman with pink-tipped hair crouches down in front of Nyanpire.] Did I learn Animalism without realizing it? [She didn't think so, but she had done some hanging with a Nosferatu before her untimely death. Maybe she learned it by osmosis.]

Look, um, I don't know where your home is, but this place isn't bad. It's got weird animals and-- wow, are those bat wings?