Bonnie narrowed her eyes suspiciously as the man stared at her for a moment. She was seconds away from giving him the ole "what're you lookin' at?" when he spoke at last. Now it was her turn to be taken aback. Madam? She glanced over her shoulder, half expecting to see some white-haired biddy perched in the tree behind her.

"What are ya, daft?" she asked, sounding offended and completely ignoring his flowery apology. "I'm just shy'a eighteen" - alright, it was a bit of a stretch, but what was a few more months? - "Not yer granny, you should at least be callin' me miss!"

Her thoughts rudely stumbled to a halt when he stood up straight again. Damn it all, he was pretty hot for an older fella. Thankfully the guy didn't seem to notice her second of slack-jawed appreciation as he turned around to face her Kneazle. Bonnie tensed on her branch. That cat had a mind of his own and rarely did what was expected of him - in fact he could have a downright mean streak at times, and more than a few of the new Valkyries had been chased out of their rooms by a puffed up, yowling Kneazle. The only one he seemed to tolerate was Bonnie. She was certain he'd be fine, but she didn't want to have to kick the man right off his horse for hurting her sweet baby if he dared dropped her precious cat!

Nerves temporarily forgotten, Bon wrinkled her nose at Everest as he spoke some language she couldn't intensify. "Ya ain't makin' a lick of sense," Bonnie replied, her nose wrinkling as Everest tipped a imaginary hat. "You a Swede'r somethin'?"

She was certain he likely didn't hear her as he went about doing... whatever it was he was doing. Bon leaned forward despite herself, annoyed when she was suitably impressed by his skill and acrobatics. The Kneazle gave a low, annoyed meow, tail flicking in obvious annoyance, but seemed equally impressed by the man's bravery as he was scooped up; he didn't complain further but hung in Everest's grip, looking rather put out.

Bon appeared at Everest's side, plucking her Kneazle from the man's arms and cuddling him close to her chest.

"Ya big fluffy idiot," she crooned lovingly to the cat, man temporarily forgotten. Her expression was far prettier than it had been so far, smoothed by affection and relief. She was so petite the cat looked even more massive in her arms, and she finally peered up at the man with her face pressed against his fluffy fur, accenting her pretty amber eyes all the more.

"Alright," she said, crouching to set the Kneazle down. "Don't you cause me any more issues, ya hear? Mummy's hungover as fuck."

She pointed to her familiar and then to the cat. Clyde gave a nervous whine but dutifully stood over the cat who sat crouched and annoyed at his feet.

"Now," she said, standing and turning back to Everest. "What's your name and what dy'a want? As thanks," she added by way of explanation. "I ain't got much cash."