She stopped there, hand sliding away from her sword and falling to her side. Harry never was very good at lying. At least, not to her. She thought. But then she probably wouldn't know if he was or wasn't, with her general capacity to understand people somewhat skewed by her own belief that she was far, far more perceptive than she actually was. And his hand lowered away from the staff, so. It was probably okay, right?

The energy shield winked out, and her whole body slumped forward at his explanation. Just a bit. Because...

"What...? Are you serious? You traveled all the way from Sanctuary for a lost Skitty?"

...That's not quite right, Nero.