Maybe he had a knack for injuring himself, but it at least seemed the human was more resilient than Raxta had assumed. He sprang back to life and suddenly wasn't so clumsy anymore, climbing up the tree until he'd reached her branch, and Raxta regarded him coolly out of the corner of her eye, her tail swishing idly. He was such a strange thing.
Strange, and he stared at her a lot, something which was starting to make her feel uncomfortable. Mordecai probably didn't realize it, but staring like that, for her kind, was a sign of aggression and challenge. She kept her own eyes pointedly averted, biting down the rising irritation as he drew closer and tried to stare in her eyes.
Then he started to speak, though he cut off when his stomach rumbled.
Raxta didn't let the sentence hang unfinished. Hunger could wait.
"What do you have to tell me?" she asked, still avoiding his eyes.