"Like I care what those problems are. All I care about is finding a way out of here. Everyone else can take care of themselves," Zetta replied, though it sounded as though some of the wind had been knocked out of his sails. From the reactions he had gotten from a lot of the people in this city so far, she was right. Most people didn't know who he was. There were still a few who did--and like hell he was going to let that go--but people barely even blinked at him. Even the damn humans were mouthing off to him. Damn it all, if she wasn't unarmed and he wasn't so sure it'd be a curbstomping (like anyone would let him forget it if he did anything), he would show her just who she was messing with.

"But fine, we'll play it your way. Just what do you have planned, huh? Got any ideas?"