She blinks several times and then slides down the wall, sitting with a thump.

"The bad ones. Who...?" That's prying. But still. "Did they hurt you? Are you okay?"

The cat's solid muscle under the shaggy fur, and leans into being petted. He's not that affectionate, but Mom's worried about this one, and kitty purrs are magic.

"I um...it's really not always like that...I just sorta woke up with fangs at Woodstock one night...."