"I mean, it is a bit like a Goliath. Things tend to get out of control if you shoot at the things you feel. Just maybe in a crying and shouting way, rather than a angry and murder way."

But with him let go, she goes over to pick at something on the counter. Hooking a bracelet covered in little skulls off the counter on the edge of her claw. Around her legs, her tail flicks back and forth, long fur there as thick as a broom, swishing around. Time to change topics. Defer to things that are easier to both of them, or at least familiar. "I've been here a month now, I think, but I've been to two other.. Dimensions? Let's go with that, so far. It's kind of like Pandora, sometimes, or at leas sanctuary, but the big difference I've met in everyone is that, they... Well. They really aren't into violence. I don't mean that in a like, people in sanctuary prefer you not to shoot them for no reason, or even like Dionysus' hippies only shoot stuff for sport sort of thing. I mean they really, really don't like it. They don't even like guns that much. I made a joke to someone I met about bandits eating faces and I think they almost threw up on my hooves before they begged me to stop talking. It's really weird."