"Mako Mori," she says as she hooks another fish before setting to work with a smaller knife to properly gut and clean them. The fact that she's quick about it says she's done it so often it's barely a bother. She brings her catch back to the fire and looks over her company.

"Who are you, handsome cat?" Mako smiles because cats are her favourite of animals. "And fresh or cooked? I know some cats have a preference."