Beau vaguely noticed Pluto and her pacing earlier, in that half-aware way of being more preoccupied with her own thoughts - and watching their animal captors - than her fellow captives.

But something about Pluto's approach now grabs her attention. Maybe it's the gentle confidence, the weight in her voice, even the disapproving motherly ambiance... adding together to a feeling like maybe this is an intimate conversation, some kind of innuendo as an opening.

So Beau's a little flustered as she responds, leaning back with forced casualness to emphasize her physique.

"Feel... it? I mean, I'm feeling a lot of things. What, uh, what were you thinking of, specifically...?"