"I guess, though I haven't seen it. Apparently some teenager accidently knocked it's cage over and... How did she put it? It tried to eat her ankles." Jo explained as she leaned against the door frame... thing, and crossed her arms.

Her eyebrows lifted a little in interest as he turned. A coat and a gun? Interesting. Pushing herself off the door frame thing, she leaned forward a little to examine his gun. "Wow, what year are you from?"