[Cats have an instinctive, slightly sly look that comes over their face when they recognize prey. And Kiritsubo might be decidedly in the canid family herself, but... she is capable of the same look, subtle and sure. A few centuries of life made her quite quick and accurate in her judgements on certain things.

Cute. A man willing to risk zombies to "borrow" medical supplies but when faced with a different sort of enemy...]

Borrower, then.

[She allows it, cocking her head slightly to maintain eye contact. She had picked a taller, more athletic and svelte form today, so he is not as much taller as he "naturally" would be, but he still has a decent half a head on her.]

Supposedly the undead and some other "borrowers" had a hand in this, but...

[She swipes her fingers through some blood staining one of the examination tables, idly lifting it up to her nose to sniff without any indication of disgust. Hmm... human. Not half rotted. Reasonably fresh.]

Did you need something specific?

[Her eyes dart down in indication to his crotch.

- No, surely she must be looking at his pocket.]