Falkor let out a whine again. What's a diva? she wished to ask, but only a bark came out. Letting out a sigh, she nuzzled against Mezzira's jacket, her black eyes darting around as she watched the humans scurry around on their two legs. A breeze whisked past the two as the canine lifted her head to stare into the direction of a young man hurrying down the street. Letting out another bark, Falkor glanced at the strange human, before lowering her head back into Mezzira's lap. Her fur stirred as Mezzira spoke again, staring at the boy. Who the - is that? Falkor wondered, glancing from Mezzira to the boy. The canine felt her fur bristle as the boy rested his hand on the butt of an object. By the looks of it, the object seemed like a large knife, whatever that thing was called. Wondering what the boy was doing, Falkor rose to her paws and swiftly trotted over to the boy, racing beside him as she slowed down to a halt. Sticking her nose into the pouch of the boy's knife, Falkor wagged her tail as she let out a whine, before nuzzling the butt of the sharp object again.