Ah. An alien. Bomba didn't really have a word for a person from another planet (cats didn't look up and wonder about life in other places, after all, being much too busy focusing on life on THIS planet to really bother), but she accepted it with calm. She supposed it made sense. Chiana didn't really look human. Which of course was completely acceptable by Bomba's standards.

"Peace and quiet was never really my scene," she mused, checking her reflection from all angles and maybe pulled down her dress a bit to reveal more cleavage. "Neither is marriage, come to think about it. We can still leave the house... I say we go out and find ourselves a party. All these disgruntled people around here, there's bound to be some of them drinking heavily." She turned from the mirror to smile impishly at Chiana, striking a pose. "Am I acceptable like this?"

It was just a question. Bombalurina knew very well that she was good-looking.