[If she thinks this is uncanny, the worst is yet to come. The serval rises, stretching until its legs shake with the effort of it - then jumps down, looking up at her with the single working golden eye. Every movement is just a little... Off. More deliberate and intelligent than a simple beast.]

The Lucky 38 and the attached apartments are not far. I can escort you.

[The cat begins to move off then stops, looking back at her.]

All of us who are brought here are fated to become monsters. Part of that - for everyone - is a reliance on the consumption of human flesh. A reliance that must be done by choice, or you risk losing control and massacring the population in want of a meal.