"Well, I'll get go-" a deathclaw bellows behind Chrono, and as he turns around, notices its looking at him with some longing. "Uh...Is there a problem?" the deathclaw draws closer, then starts to get... a little too personal. Chrono pushes her away for a moment, his sense of smell telling him that she is indeed interested. "Um...how do you say 'no' in deathclaw?"