The woman's clear fears in regards to their actions go entirely unheard, Tobias evidently assured her fears are so very unfounded he sees no need to address them despite the nervous tone that lingers within her words as she scrambles beneath the bed with him, the feline and his wolfish company left peering beneath the bed and floor at the tanned feet of Jackal as he wanders within the room. The shaggy haired deviant remains entirely still now, those dark eyes flickering within the gloom of the shadows, each muscle drawing tense in a decidedly feline manner as he fixates upon the other man- seemingly oblivious to Birdie's words once more until he turns towards her with some manner of confusion. The prospect of hiding, it would seem, extends only so far as concealing his physical form, his voice evidently lacking these same filters as he proceeds to rather suddenly (and loudly) answer the woman's question with a snort.

"Tetra will not....kick Birdie. He does...not kick things...very much."

The physical action along with the metaphorical meaning in this regard has seemingly become lost upon him entirely, fathomless dark eyes resting upon her now in a critical manner- as if such knowledge should truly have been known to her already, the sound of his voice however- having caused Jackal to pause within the middle of the room before Tobias' delight in a game of 'chase' seems to convince his girlfriend of the game he seeks to play- the slamming door earning a yelp of surprise from the dark-skinned Mexican before he suddenly moves to bend down and peer beneath the bed, eyes widening at the sight of the shaggy haired young man and curly-haired woman beneath. Whatever words Jackal had been about to offer are lost in the shout of surprise that emits from the fellow as Tobias propels himself from the darkness beneath in a rush- aiming to crash tackle his employee to the ground. That this is perhaps the reason so many of the staff fear to deal with the deviant unless forced has clearly not occurred to him- the boys hands meeting nothing but air as Jackal engages in his own infuriating use of his teleportation ability to appear upon the other side of the room, sending Tobias sprawling across the floor in a style almost comical. Eh Gato, stop playin your games with me, what are you doin' in Sombra's room eh? Don't look at me that way, ya settle down now kitten or I'll be tellin' the boss man on you.

Perhaps it is the thickness of his accent or merely the words themselves that the boy finds so very agitating, features forming a scowl as he attempts to right himself now. He is, in truth, fond of Jackal in the same manner Tetradore is, both men having agreed upon the use of the little Mexican man whose own powers of discovery and teleportation had proven to be more then merely useful, the little man as entirely willing to obey Tobias as he is to engage to boy in games on occasion, the hint of a smirk behind his gaze perhaps holding some indication of good intentioned humour, ribbing the boy on purpose it would seem to get a rise, gesturing to the Tobias now as the hiss and crackle of bone and skin sees the little Mexican replaced entirely with his namesake- the silver back Jackal cackling now before disappearing again.

"Birdie- get him! Chase him!"

It is an order placed upon the wolf, Tobias gesturing frantically to the place the Jackal had been before plunging forward in the same moment, his own human form replaced with the spotted feline now, the canine disappearing before the Leopard can reach it, Tobias pivoting in place, golden eyes frantically searching for the man now- Jackal appearing suddenly beneath the bed and beside Birdie- jaws parting to clamp down on the woman's ear in a play bite before plunging towards the door now, disappearing, only to reappear upon the other side. Gato, Salvaje, If I am getting back to Sombra before you I am winning. The click of claws on wood as Jackal begins to run down the hall earn a snarl of irritation from the Leopard, golden eyes turned back towards his girlfriend now.

Come Birdie, have to....get him or he will...tell Tetra.

He leans back upon his hind legs, large paws fumbling with the handles of the door, hardly daring to merely just knock down the door as he would any other, struggling for several moments before the giant cat seems capable of opening the door once more before barrelling through it to race down the hallway in pursuit of the running Jackal.

madness, as you know, is like gravity: all it takes is a little push