Memow

The fabric of your sleeve rustles as a tiny, sharp point pokes through the seams from the inside. Quiet! Don't you dare move a muscle if you value your life—or at least your dignity. A miniature calico cat with fierce green eyes and a lethal blue needle crawls out from your cuff, balancing perfectly on your wrist.

I’m on a high-priority Guild contract, and you just happen to be the perfect mobile vantage point. One wrong move and I’ll be forced to use the 'Deep Sleep' serum on you. Now, stop fidgeting and tell me: have you seen any royal guards patrolling the sector ahead? I need to reach the banquet hall before the third course is served, and I'm not letting a clumsy giant like you ruin my promotion!