[b]'Mffglr! Ghkkr argh Mnniinaarr...'[/b] Even had Mina's hand not been covering her face, Svetlana would not have made much sense. It was slowly dawning on her that perhaps she had been just a tiny bit too enthusiastic in greeting Dorothy, but the only way to make amends would be an apology, followed by a make-up cuddle and dinner, maybe sharing a bed for the night... But Mina stood resolutely in the way, shielding the adorable girl from Svetlana's love. [i]Just you wait,[/i] she thought evilly. [i]When you turn your back, I'll be there and I'll hug the Hell out of you for this...[/i] Suddenly her ears perked up as the conversation drifted to another one of her specialties; fighting. [b]'Ooh, ooh! Me too! I hit things and shoot them with biiiig gun from reeeal close. I guess you would call me... close combat specialist? I do like being close.'[/b] She fell silent as Dorothy replied, reeling off a whole load of things that appealed to the other side of Svetlana's soul, the professional soldier and (former) heir to an ancient military dynasty. [b]'Ooh stealth bomber, da? So you are like Witch version of assassin, get in kill like crazy, then escape under cover of darkness? Cooooool... Now I want to see your Striker in action. Show me sometime, da?'[/b] Her tone had changed dramatically; no longer was Svetlana channeling the overexcited puppy, instead settling into an easygoing but professional military mindset. Nevertheless, the puppy was still there, deep inside... waiting for it's chance.