He watches the metal panther for a minute or two of bemusement, then dismisses its ineptitude. There were forms to fill out; registration, habitation, and just general niceties that needed to have tabs kept. After the first five minutes, it was a bother. After the first fifteen a nuisance. If this dolt was going to keep flitting around, he could find better places to--"Whatthehellwasthat?!"

In a moment, something leathery and purple rolls under a vent, struggles, and squeezes itself through. Mordecai is on his feet a moment after, stock still, with one ear twitching in irritation. It could have been just a loose bag or some other sort of detrius, but it moved with too much... purpose.