She was, truthfully, somewhat disinterested in participating in the conversation at hand. Perhaps it was simply her bias against these men, but there was something disingenuous behind the words that had begun to slowly and progressively agitate her. It was small talk, laced in venom. Manipulative. And while she'd never shied from using deception as a tactic against humans, she was particularly resentful of it as a tactic against her.

She kept her silence. Only the slight tension in her face betrayed her impatience and displeasure. But Danger offered nothing towards the conversation. She would leave the posturing to the humans.