Looking around, you find yourself in the firefighter office. There's no fire to put out, at least not that you know of, you've wandered in for your own reasons. A black mass of fur wearing his uniform approaches you. He looks serious.

Can I help you? He eyes you up and down, scanning you. His face remains neutral, in an intimidating manner. We're kind of busy. Workers behind him wander about. His stare might be more menacing than that of a general's.