"Well that is what you are. But not who." Fitz could count on one hand the amount of people he'd talked to over the previous five years, normally stammering and skittish. But in that moment he was eeirily calm as a combination of military training and animal instincts took over.
Baring his teeth slightly, the sharp canines were visible. As much as he didn't think he'd seen her around the barracks or another of the known government agents he knew she'd be a great spy. Small able to fit into small spaces, easily ignorable... just like him. "You have one chance to answer and convince me you're telling the truth." Fitz took a step forward and where once stood a man stood an impossible stripped tiger.