Rissi nodded and chuckled softly. "Why didn't you tell me you had fur? I would have felt less lonely around here. So, think I should go in with bombs or crack some skulls?" She looked up at the fox-like woman next to her and tapped her tail patiently along the ground. "Definitely gonna need a bath after this. I hate being dirty." She wasn't kidding. As she was genetically related to rats, she had a very big clean streak when it came to keeping her fur clean and her whiskers straight. That being said, she could and would deal with grime until she could bathe next.