A very presumptuous question. This two-leg, this person, Thuy, obviously has no conception of who she is facing. She proves this a moment later by looking to one of the males, who rises and turns to Tikki. This is not to be a greeting. Tikki smells it. The male steps toward her. Cyberspurs slide out of the ends of his arms and snick softly into position. That is annoying enough to bring instinct raging to the fore. In the next instant, Tikki is pounding the male with her fists and driving her knee into his stomach.