Mentally, Bast gave him a point for not acting like the other two, who she was trying very hard not to laugh at. She focussed on the...she really needed to learn to identify species, but he smelled faintly like burnt feathers - and tried to remember why she had gone to speak to him. The one in the pinstriped suit and funny hair was making her nervous. Oh, that'll do. //She doesn't like the brand of catfood you've been feeding her. I'm Bast, by-the-by. Nice party, isn't it?//