The ocelot, Ethel, eases off, fixing her composure with a slight bow as she smiles at the two. "It's a pleasure to meet you, then. You two gave her the old what-for?" She grins, eyes alight as she gestures for them to claim a bed. The way she moves suggests a little bit of discomfort towards her own nudity, and from the corner of her eye Jasmine can see she's packing a little extra down below in a modest sheathe. Otherwise, her posture takes after the liquid grace that any feline ought to possess.
"She gave'ya the time of day? You give her a thrashin', or just suck her off?" The orangutan man cheekily grins, sitting up in his straw to assess the two newcomers.
"Hush, Maynard." The buffalo woman sharply scolds, before chuckling dryly at the poor joke and running a hand through her messy brown curls.
"Back atcha', Shauna." He coarsely laughs. "Now, what brought y'all here? They pulled me outta my own home in the jungle. Guess the world decided to play cruel with me when I said I needed to get out of the house more."
"They pulled me away from my kids while I was out foraging." The buffalo, Shauna, adds with a humorless smile. "Don't get me wrong, they're all grown. Must take better care of themselves then their poor mama did, because I haven't seen them around since."
"-and one of those... furry servant things just grabbed me from behind a tree and knocked me out. Blanche here," Ethel says, pointing to the white haired girl off to the side, "we don't really know her story. She's sort of in shock, I guess. We're all as new as you two are, assuming you did come in the cages just today. Where'd you get that dagger? The queen give it to you or something?"