She approached where he instructed and placed the towel-wrapped animal onto the counter, wincing as it yelped. Oh, just shut up and stop playing it up for sympathy, she thought to herself, though she didn't really think that - it just helped her keep her distance, something she was exceptionally good at.
She pulled the towel away to reveal the bitten and scratched crup who looked up at them with sad eyes. "He's not mine," she reaffirmed defensively. "I prefer kneazles. He was just so pathetic looking."