He nodded, sighing as he scratched the back of one furry foot with the claws of his other. "Yeah, she's a good boss. I like 'er." There was neither hesitation nor question in his announcement, Kyle was an entirely honest creature and he did indeed like his boss. "She shouldn' worry so much 'bout me, though." He added with a huff. He was a mutt, like so many in his team liked to point out. He would always survive.
Something about the doctor's words left him growling lowly. Why was everyone so convinced there was a problem with him? He was fine! And there was just something about this guy which made his skin crawl. "'S notta problem," he snapped suddenly, giving the man a thin glare for a moment. Another huff and he settled back onto the table, rolling his shoulders to try and make his fur lay flat. He still got the feeling that something was not freaking right, but he just could not figure out what. He sulked and waited silently for the blood kit to arrive, rubbing at the crook of one arm as he waited.