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Megrez groaned and pushed herself up, shooting an unfocused but still hateful glare at the incoming General. "Carmen, he's here," she grunted, unable to think of much else. As much as she wanted to joke about who the petite General was calling little, she didn't have the wherewithal to do so.

Carmen yawned, groaned, hissed, muttered half an unsavory curse, and tried to spread her paws just so so they would look like she was raising a middle finger to the General. "Where are those... those bitches?" she muttered, referring to the cats she'd seen at the soccer field. "Gimme. I need a word with them." She wasn't sure if she wanted a word with the General's cat or the musical cat more, but she was going to raise hell if she ever encountered either of them again. Incarceration of this sort had done absolutely nothing for her attitude, clearly.

"Shut up," Megrez grunted. She'd bumped into Carmen a few times before, but she'd never seen her get this straight-up nasty. It wasn't a good vibe, even if she wasn't on the receiving end of it. After she'd pulled herself up to sitting, she noted the food the General had brought and gave a small affirmative noise before accepting the offering. She was in no place to refuse to start a fight, and she knew that. Her mind was moving slow and in no condition to plot an escape, but she'd get to it eventually.

Carmen did the feline equivalent of scrunching her nose when she got her food. "What is this? Is this even human meat- er, meat humans eat? Is it even meat? I bet it's mushrooms mixed with cat food in a way that makes it beyond disgusting." Mushrooms were weird and squishy. Not a favorite.

"Shut up," Megrez repeated. Her attention then shifted to the General. "Thanks for bothering." He deserved that credit, at least.

Megrez shrugged, noncommittal as she tried not to feel too miserable about the situation. "I get it. If she doesn't, that's her problem."

Carmen rolled her eyes, almost mimicking the General. "Gee, thanks, I guess." The description of what his cat was doing nearly made her do it all again. "Great, she gets to read. What's she reading? Some kind of harlequin romance, or something even more salacious?"

"Shut up," Megrez grunted. It was only the third time but it felt like the umpteenth. "You heard him. Are you not afraid of being dead?" For a moment, she wanted to consider if she was afraid of death anymore herself, and there was a peculiar lack of internal response. She hoped it was just because her efforts were being put towards staying upright in this situation.

Carmen didn't want to think about what would happen if the General killed her, mostly because she wasn't sure if her death would have any impact on anything at all, and that in itself was frightening. "What kind of stupid question is that?" she snapped, but let the topic drop. It was not one she even wanted to look at for a second.

"Hmm. Fair," Megrez muttered in response to Benitoite's discussion of honesty. She did not trust that he wouldn't do anything to the food, but she was in no position to argue about it. "There's being honest, and then there's sticking your foot in your mouth and making trouble you don't need." Well, she knew a thing or two about that.

"As cat people, we need to lick our paws to wash ourselves," Carmen grunted, twisting the barbed metaphor some.