They really don't, but my coat's not thick enough to save people from them. Get that thing secured, too.

[She means the heater. Above maneuvers her neck so it's along Krile's body. She sounds like she's grinning.]

Throw your arms around my neck. Pretend you like me! And make sure you hold on. You fall out of the rope, and I have to catch you with my beak.

[She illustrates this by snapping it. The sound is enhanced by a "recording" that telepathically "sounds" very crocodilian. Under the voluminous notfur coat, her neck is relatively thin.]