That sounded like a regular human voice. Male, no doubt, which is what he saw, too. Human, he could deal with. He stepped out into the aisle and faced him, hand held up with the knife tip in his fingers, ready to throw, as well as having a few other knives ready to be used at ammo.

Though he was small and petite, their was a certain confidence in his stance. He wasn't intimidated by Mike's size. His clothes were cute and feminine and, unlike his surroundings, he seemed pretty clean.

"Who are you and what are you doing here?!"