Now there were more people adding to the whole cluster of bad berries that had become their situation. Luckily, they spoke that weird language Paws and Stary seemed so fond of. Well, that means that at least people could translate. Harriet did not bother to walk over and stand before the men. Stary had it handled and she would let at least her know what was going on and was important when she needed to know. She might keep Ole Blue out of the loop and probably Teary too, but, she was always forward with her at least. She rested her hand casually on the butt of her gun and took a few casual steps up to the massive cat-man. She kept one ear out on the totally alien language she was hearing and resisted the sudden urge she had to just reach out and pet the fur of Paws. It just looked so soft. She took note of the look he gave the elder and turned her own gaze to the elder and mirrored the feline's expression of curiosity. She then added a look down at her gun and then over at the two men and offering the elder a quick wink. She knew he knew what she was getting at. Any elder worth his salt knew the subtle nature of [i]"Hey, want me t'shoot'em up for ya?" [/i] It was a universal language.