"I believe, Mighty Feline, that these spheroids might be some human enemies of this Mecha, or perhaps alien." Jenneva turned to the Harbinger and doused her flames with a flick of the wrist as she approached. "Perhaps we should find adventure that does not involve the destruction of hopefully innocent machinery or its pilot." She extended her hand towards the cat reaching upwards towards its great mane. "Might I? I have not seen a beast so magnificent in eons. If I were allowed to run my fingers through your mane, perhaps to scratch your ears, it would bring me great joy."