Sissel, having been merely content to sit and listen up to this point, shook his head and stepped up by Deadlock. All four feet, eight inches of cat-boy that he currently was. He knew it wasn't very impressive, but he also knew that he was literally impervious to damage and death. There was no reason to send anyone else into danger.

"Hey, wait a minute. If it's a trap, I should go. We wouldn't want anyone getting hurt, would we?" For looking about twelve years old, Sissel certainly did sound very confident and adult there.