Laura was in shock for a brief moment before realizing what it was that you'd just called her. 'Pathetic little meow meow' had been your exact words. Without a second thought one of her claws retracted out into your gut before returning to her. Sure her hair was greasy and in need of a good wash, and her face was smudged with dirt, and she smelled a bit too similarly to wet dog but she wasn't pathetic. "Something's wrong with you." She stated, eyes narrowed at you in a mixture of contempt and confusion.