The lady paused to look at the rats, her face not loosing its faux emotion but nonetheless disappointed in one way or another. She seemed to have a suspicion about what lay back where she might have lacked in checking, In this cave where the rats come, but she could always come back... She leaned down and picked up a rat, a medium sized black rat, one of the many that had rushed around the cave in a dazed panic, and stroked it lightly, talking to it quietly. It squealed and struggled and was utterly terrified, and when she was done talking to it, she seemed to stroke it a bit longer and then kill it simply, out of what seemed to be boredom. and dropped the body to be dealt with by the mercy of its former peers.
And she didn’t leave.