Zaida's face was hidden under the hood but she knew her tail, and hands gave away she was a different species. The tip of her snout poking out, her glowing eyes under the hood looked over to the rodent light flowing from them, objects soften from the dum light. Her tail continuing to sway and her claws tap waiting for her drink. "Yes I get that a lot, I'm the only kind." She says plainly to the mouse.