Mambi broke away, and Arizona found herself wanting more. That was... wow. Just... wow. Never before had she imagined such an experience could be created without use of any special artifacts. Magic... without any magic to speak of present. Or at least... she didn't think there was. So dazed was she, that she didn't even notice the panicked weasel, despite his very loud, attention demanding presence.<His heart still pounding with excitement, the cat savours the warmth of the kiss, quivering slightly as the tenderness of her soft muzzle makes his heart flutter more. His thoughts become mush now, caught up in the moment totally as his toungue carefully explores your mouth instinctively, his soft paw gently holding you close as he looses himself to the moment. How long he kisses you nobody knows as time stands still for us both...until the door flies open suddenly! Lost in his revere the cat jumps up startled as the door flies open and smashes against the wall, leaving in the doorway a frantically panting weasel looking at the cat with terror in his eyes and blood on his arm>
MAMBI, WE HAVE A PROBLEM!!! Something big just attacked me outside the organic recyclers!!! HELP!!!
<he runs back through the door down the hallway and ducks into the infirmary, as the cat sits shocked, absorbing what he just heard. With that, he takes a deep dejected sigh and sits back, shaking his head slightly and muttering to himself> UGH, why now? Now of all times??? <he rolls his eyes and gazes at you> I'm sorry, that was wonderful! Are you sure it's been a long time for you kissing, you're a natural! But looks like first, we may have an issue to take care of...care to join me on a hunt? <smiles sheepishly>
"Y-yes...wonderful... very... wonderful."
Only when Mambi mentions the issue does she snap out of her stupor.
"Oh! Umm, yeah! Sure! Sounds like it could be- OH YOU'RE HURT!"
Arizona quickly rushes over to the weasel, reaching into her pouch and pulling out her healing nanites, forcefully grabbing hold of the weasel's bleeding arm.
"Lemme take a look." She demanded. And the shocked, frantic, weasel was too stunned to do anything but comply. "Eeeshhh... that's bad. You shoulda gone directly to the infirmity. This bit goes deep. Lucky for you, I have a few li'l helpers that should be able t' patch you up in no time. Hold st- HOLD STILL!" the hybrid yells, as she pours a stream of an unknown, potentially dangerous silver substance (at least according to the weasel) straight into the creature's open wound, weasel yelling and twisting, fighting to get away from this crazy coyote, only to stop when he realizes his arm is completely healed.
"Y'see? Not so bad now, ain't it!? Now," Arizona scoops up the healing nanites and drops them back into her bag, rummaging around as she starts interrogating the fur. "What can ya recall about the creature that attacked ya? Did it have fur? Scales? Any details ya can tell us'll be helpful. Just so we can best figure out how to send this thing back where it came in tiny, unrecognizable piec-"
The hybrid pauses as she glances at Mambi, halfway through pulling out a large, glowing blue energy axe before quickly switching it out for a tranquilizer. "I mean... so we can best analyze th' situation an' find how best t' remove this beautiful freak of nature from th' current vicinity without hurting anyone, or anything, more than is absolutely necessary."