[What is she even indeed. She buzzes closer and taps Eustace on the nose with her hand before flitting out of his reach in case he swats at her. "I grow them, raise them, and then when they're old enough, I let them leave if they want. I haven't had a single one of them decide to stay and they go on to be the world's greatest hunters. The cat you call 'Sprinkles' here is just the newest one."

...

A brief pause before she spins in the air.

"Ah, but they really do grow up so fast, don't they!?"

Tifa clears her throat once more. This time, a touch more aggressively.]

Anyway. We can help take care of her. We were planning on turning this place into a sanctuary for animals... ones like her, so I don't think it'll be a problem.

[Mirabelle stops and visibly bristles. "So, you mean there will be more animals roaming around my house? Even... dogs?"

The horror.]