There is something childlike in the manner of Tobias in the way that he peers at her clearly trying to deduce the meaning of each word she says and accepting it all easily. It is a good thing that she has caught the Leopard boy on a good day lest she end up on the receiving end of his thrown cutlery. He was by no means a paragon of his community and thus she has no idea if the others are prone to the same outbursts or talk as him. Either way she simply smiles at him in that same friendly manner, her own curiosity a burning thing, and follows him. His sudden words are met with a furrowing of brows and a rather uncertain twinge in her smile before he distracts anything by the thrown cutlery. It is odd being in his presence, a different from the normal hum-drum life of the city, and she finds it at once exhilarating and confusing. At least in the city she knew where she stood and how things worked while here in the world of the Were-creatures, she is on unstable footing. That is what gives her the feeling elation, however, for Sorcha has always been a curious girl and even more brave than she ought to have a right to be. Her mother always said it came from her Scottish heritage and she had to agree with it.

Her perspicacity is what kept her here despite others being cowed by the mere gazes of such creatures as these, for Sorcha could navigate choppy waters if necessary and she never failed to have a back up plan. It seems the moment that she sets the vials out she realizes that it is a precarious position she has put herself in for his eyes seem glued to him. Puerile his actions might be, they also lent an air of danger to her precious potions, and so she watches him in rapt attention, the same attention that he lavishes upon the potions. He is curious, that much is obvious, and fascinated, and she is overprotective.

"Yes--" she says, about to continue when he snatches it from her and begins to bat at it. BAT AT IT LIKE A CAT. Her back snaps straight in horror, pupils widening as she refrains from snatching it away from his clawed hands lest they rip her to shreds. While she could heal his wounds or those of others with a simple touch and concentration she could not heal her own except in the way that mortals did. Slowly and painfully. "Please.. no," she half whimpers in horror, unable to help herself from the despairing gaze on the bottle, searching it for cracks but tilting her head to catch his next words nonetheless. "I... I would have to talk with her. To see exactly what it is that is wrong and I could try to find something for her," she says, nodding in relief when he pauses in his game.

His words are abrupt and so is her reaction, spinning around in alarm as if some creature has come up to bite her head off, and in that moment she realizes her mistake. The moment she snaps her head back around Tobias is no longer Tobias but a full blown big ass leopard, one that currently has it's mouth around her bag, and she jumps up so that the chair clatters and falls to the ground on it's back. "No!" She says in alarm, but he is already racing away and she leans down to scoop up the few potions on the table, holding them in the delicate manner a woman with a child would before racing after him with a harried expression.

It is clear that Tobias is leading her somewhere in his play and her hair seems to come away from her tie, fluttering around her face if only to add to her frustrations. "Oh, do be careful," she coos at him, eyes wide on her bag as he leaps and stops and wiggles and then leaps more and she races up the stairs after him. She pauses at the top of the stairs now, noticing him inhaling food and grinning at her in such a fiendish manner she cannot help her exhalation of relief to see her bag safe (with a few holes from his teeth) and her own lips turn up for a breif moment before they falter at the sight of Aiden. Her hope is dashed in the way he moves the bag even further away from her in a deliberately protective manner and she frowns for a moment before blinking in surprise. This was Tetra, the man Tobias spoke of, and he seem decidedly more... vocal than the leopard boy.

Slowly she lifts her chin, offering a rueful smile to him with her vials still ensconced in her arms. "I was looking for you actually, but Tobi found me," she said, taking that name from what the woman had called him earlier about the cutlery since he had never actually given her his name. "I was hoping for a chance to sell some of my potions aboard your - err - ship. I have some that will enhance your games, I think, if it would be allowed. I am Sorcha," she adds at the end, her words kind of breathless in that her body was still trying to acclimate to a calm demeanor once more since Tobias's scare.