Palug's smile broadened and he approached, purring. He sniffed her knees then rubbed his cheekpad on the nearest [mine] then walked right the way round her and appeared the otherside, leaning against her leg.
"Well pet me then," he purred. "Get the good strong Palug smell all over you and watch the little impy bastards run."
Of course, being Palug, he just had to grin up at the nearest security camera.
Down in the security office Vincenzo, eyes shadowed from tweaking and filtering images for twenty hours straight, almost spat coffee all over the screens as he saw Emily - oh God crouched on her knees - being circled by something hulking and hairy and spotted and striped, something with a red wet mouth and huge curving fangs.
The chair tipped and its clatter as it hit the floor was echoed by the slam of the door.