Lucinda stayed close to Zack, shaking. Fukey snorted. "She doesn't need you to protect her," she said, sitting on the ground. Danny sat beside her. "Now, to answer your questions, I'm a furry. Like you. Genetically engineered though. I'm one of the new batch made to survive. Course, we all have defects according to them, so I was scheduled for execution."
Lucinda took the cue to answer the question directed at her. "She's a mean hunting genetic. They hunt down the furries that went rogue, and... I..." She was shaking too hard to answer.
"She's not mean..." Danny started. Lucinda shot her a withering look.
"To you maybe. You're her pathetic little pet," she said. Danny shrank back. Fukey glared.
"You mean she doesn't outright insult people. Then again, that's the way she's trained, isn't she Lucinda? Or did you forgot everything they told you at the facility?" Fukey growled.
Lucinda snarled. "They don't tell me things. I'm just another experiment, remember?"
Fukey snorted. "So you say B*tch."