Boots immediately straightened her spine and blinked owlishly at the three men that arrived, letting out another, more curious sound than anything. The sounds she made were nothing the human vocal chords could usually emulate, but it seemed as if she had been practically made for such a thing. She remembered, then, that most humans couldn't understand emoting in the way that she did, and she smiled wide. "Hi!" Her voice was bright as a bell, and just as chiming, "I see you brought other people, Pierre! Who are they? Oh! One of them is small! I like small! I am small!" She tilted her head then, making a churring, thoughtful sound, like water boiling over onto a stove, "Or maybe everyone else is just very, very big!"