"Hale and healthy in this hypothetical scenario where we're assuming you eat me out of spite and then attempt to plead your case. Tiny in the real world. Not exactly mutually exclusive. And I said tiny, not too tiny," Kell responded, shooting her a cheeky grin, only for it to turn into a put-upon scowl at the next part.
"What is it with you and the trash-rat types? Not a raccoon either." Though, those were better than possums at least. They didn't hiss. "And they still waddle. I do not." He was small, in his shift, he knew that (had come to terms with it a good ten years ago, in fact). Where she'd gotten the idea that he could conceivably be the size of those fat furballs with grabby-hands, he couldn't figure.
It occurred to him, somewhere in there, that he should probably be more...active, in trying to figure out who this woman was - if only because this was the first time he'd slipped up around anyone from town in five years. Point of pride in fact. But, given that he knew of only one protean shifter in Glynn - and she was most certainly not him - there stood to reason she was hiding too. For what reason, he didn't much care right now - though he's sure the answer would be interesting. Maybe he can ask after it later. Right now, poking fun at her in return and slowly coming out of the adrenaline shock of the run was much more attention-worthy.