"You don't even know who I am." She mumbled gently, softly stroking the pelt of Mitternacht, her fingers slowly tangling in the fur, and then softly raking them out once again. Her arm propping up her head as she stared blankly at the wall. "The long-and-short of it, is that if you come with me, there's a massive chance you'll be killed." She then looked back down at the cat laying beside her, wondering what her reply would be.