Larxene's eyes narrowed--the damned rat, scurrying about. She moved to and slammed the door in an instant.

"Where are you going, Timon?" she called, hiding her anger in cotton candy sweetness. "Running around like a terrified animal. Because that's what you are, you know."

She floated above the ground, still, looking for movement.

"In many worlds--and I would know--animals can't speak. Do you think anyone trusts something that shouldn't even be able to speak?"