"Hey." Tiny said suddenly, breaking her apparent quiet. "Just remember, we want to try and not get shot. So be nice. Unless they come after us."
Gretta and Freed agreed as Chick returned and handed the keys back to Gretta. The crocodile them in her own jaws, looping the key ring around one of her teeth. This drew an odd lock.
"No... pockets." The crocodile shrugged.
"No clothes." Fred shrugged.
This left Snake, Sexy, the giant Tiny, Gretta, Fred, and Chick to meet the human beings at the door. Being the least intimidating by far, the former giant boa constrictor waited patiently standing by the entrance. About twelve humans entered the welcome desk area and stared in horror behind the now desensitized but still nervous Administrator. The older man shifted on her polished shoes nervously.
"Uh, hi!" Snake waved sheepishly. "I guessssss I'm kind of the ambassssador now, sssso what can we do for you?"
"Uh, well, I've got, uh some detectives here. And my insurance overwriters. And the executives who actually own the buildings on the property. And we'd all like to have a word with... uh... who's in charge here?"
"The cobra lady." Snake gulped. "You know, the one you met already."
"Ah, I see. I see. Yes, of course." The Administrator eyed the boa constrictor awkwardly and his eyes drifted to the others. "Uh. Yes." He cleared his throat.
So did Chick.
"Oh, uh, yeah!" Snake pointed excitedly. "I guessss I sssshould take you to her, right? Ssssorry, I'm kind of new. To... everything."
This prompted a forced diplomatic laugh from the humans that trailed off and they awkwardly shuffled behind the reptile as he lead them to the back hall. The two indicated as detectives looked extremely nervous.
"Hey, check them." Gretta whispered to Fred. "No guns."
"Uh, I'm just gonna stop you guys there for a second." Fred gulped. Snake and his human followers stopped suddenly and all looked uncomfortable.
"Yeah, uh, let's not have any guns back there. From like the detective guys or whatever."
"Smooth." Gretta mocked.
The humans exchanged glances and had a quick whisper amongst themselves. The two police detectives reluctantly unholstered their automatics and passed them over to Fred.
"Are we sure that's it?" Gretta intoned sharply.
Just as reluctantly, one of the executive types opened his jacket and pulled a large silver revolver out as the others glared at him.
"There we go." Fred said agreeably, amost sickeningly pleasant. "You can, uh, have them back when you leave. I won't touch them. Or... whatever."
Snake nervously lead them away and the others waited until the group was out of earshot before talking again.
"We're not exactly gonna win any awards for intimidation here, are we?" Gretta snarled.
"Well, I figure that's a good thing for right now." Tiny laughed.
"Hey, does anybody else feel really self-conscious and weird about being naked?" Chick asked randomly, shifting uncomfortably. "I think that one guy was staring at my tits."
The male monitor smiled. "To be fair, they're nice tits."
"Shut up!" Chick crossed her arms over her chest self-consciously and put her tail under her ass to cover her crotch.