[Beatrix says... absolutely nothing at first. What can she say, after all? She knows how she is, remotely, underneath the title of 'general.' That is to say, she knows she isn't all sharp and serrated edges, even if she's not keen to admit that to anyone. When it dawns on her that she's only more than a little awkward, she clears her throat.

At least she isn't colouring. Much. Maybe just a little. Her gaze draws aside for some moments before she finds her voice again.]

It does seem as if our time here is questionably... Well. That is to say, never can tell how long we will end up staying. I would not wish to disappoint any animal, however, even if it were to become attached to me. [She dips her gaze onto Iris and affectionately, she offers a rub to her chin.] Of course, my thoughts on people are much the same.