[Oh maker. Maker no don't look at her like that. She doesn't know how to handle it. And she knows her expression is, briefly, softening in turn before she forces herself to look away, waving her hand distractedly, dismissively. THERE IS NO SAP HERE, SHHH DON'T LOOK AT HER.]
A fair point. You'd think we've fought enough strange creatures to know to avoid the overgrown nug-rat. [Sorry Mickey]