Daine feels a rather guilty twist in her gut; she'd been close to making some bad noises, herself. "Maybe some folk aren't used to thinking of you as being nice," she says, poking her fingertips through the bars so the rats can examine her more closely. "Where I come from, no one ever keeps rats." They're not entirely wild, given the time they spend in close quarters with humans, but they're never cared for, either.

She gives the cage door a thoughtful look. It's probably not meant to be opened by random visitors, but there's no lock on it to stop them, and it's not as if she's going to let any of them run off. That's even if they wanted to, which she rather doubts. Pretending to be nice until she let her guard down is a human trick, not something an animal would do. Not even a rat.

"Would any of you like to come out?" she asks them. "I wouldn't mind getting a closer look at you. Thomas would probably like to meet you properly, too," she adds, tossing him a quick smile. She might be presuming, but he does seem to like them.