Daine turns her head to look at Daniel and Giles, distantly registering their worry. Far more of interest to her still-reeling mind is Daniel's arm, not long enough to reach her, but long enough to make the jump easier. So jump she does, claws snagging his shirt sleeve as she starts to slide right off of his arm. Too big, she's too big for this, but she doesn't have the presence of mind to shrink herself into anything else. She just clings onto his arm with all four paws, hoping he'll be able to pull her in before she falls (and that she isn't scratching him up too badly).

No mice, she manages, trembling in some combination of cold and shock. No People. Something else.