Liz filed away 'The Vulture' for future conversation as she followed Peter's lead to follow the mole person. Peter's hand seemed warmer than normal, or maybe it was that she was even more aware of it right now. it was hard to tell.

The mole-boy shrugged. "I don't like the Whiskers... besides, you're from this place, right?" He points to his hat, then gestured to Liz's bag with the same logo. He stopped for a moment at the corner and looked around it before back at the two of them. "I'm Yetu. And, sorry about those guys. We're not used to uh..." Yetu looked over at Liz and might have blushed if he had cheeks that could do it and quickly went back to Peter because the male humans - as he had been told was their race - were easier to look at. "Well you're all smooth and squishy and pink and new and rare things go for a lot. And you two are young."

Liz had no idea how to react to that at the moment and couldn't decide if that was a compliment or not, but it creeped her out nonetheless.

Yetu sighed. "Anyways, it's not all like that. You want to see a cool place? It's one of the best spots around here and I know a short cut."