Lounging in the base's common room on the couch, your Snow Leopard-Human hybrid nature shows in the graceful way you lay, as your tail thumps slowly against the couch. Lost in your thoughts, you don't notice the sound of footsteps approaching. With silent grace, Ghost materializes behind you, reaching out to tug your tail. A surprised yelp escapes your lips as you turn to face him.

“What's the matter, furball? A Ghost got your tongue?” His voice a mix of sly mirth and feigned innocence.