Leslie grinned at the tigers, watching as one of them stretched it's paws and yawned, bearing it's sharp white teeth for the world to see. From this distance, and seeing the tiger in such a relaxed position, it was almost hard to imagine the creature could inflict fatal damage when provoked. She wondered briefly how the zoo keepers prevented such from happening, but a quick movement out of the corner of her eye prevented her from pondering onward.
She turned her blonde head, fixing her gaze upon something that she knew wasn't a normal animal, standing on it's hind legs near the baboon cages (which made the animals chatter frantically, scattering to the opposite side of their enclosure), grinning it's jagged teeth as it stared straight at Luke.
Taking the young boy's hand in hers, Leslie pulled him wordlessly behind her, noticing that the creature's gaze followed. She took a slight step back, ready to make a run for it, unsure of how to even handle a situation that just might be a figment of her own overly active imagination.
"Aang," she said in a quiet voice, "I think we should leave."