"Yes, I know they are infected and was prepared to defend myself if they had decided to attack me," the oddly coloured Liepard replied. "I've come across some infected that didn't pay me any mind. Also my fur keeps me well hidden so I'm able to blend in with the shadows if I needed to."
Buck actually stopped to consider whether this Liepard actually had a single brain cell left in her head. She was standing face-to-face with two bloodthirsty mutants and having an everyday conversation with them as if they were completely normal. The Sneasel just ... didn't get it! How could she do that?! Buck had only gotten within attacking distance of an Infected once and he'd almost lost an eye. He knew very well that getting close to them like that was a very stupid idea indeed. The thought of conversing with them in an ordinary fashion revolted him to the core.
Before he could yell more sense into the disillusioned Liepard, she ran straight at him and flung him onto her back just as the fucked up Scrafty aimed a Fire Punch at him. Fire ... although he loathed it and was grateful to the Liepard for sparing him the agony of the attack, he wasn't a baby and was perfectly capable of defending himself.
"What do you think you're doing? Let me off, I'm fine," he hissed angrily, rolling off her back and facing the two Infected, his claws extended in case they attacked again. But the two of them seemed preoccupied for the time being, so Buck decided to do what his head told him was the only sensible thing to do in this situation: get the hell out of there before they changed their minds.
"Come on," he growled at the Liepard as he began running towards the buildings beyond the trees behind him. Nuvema Town ... he'd finally made it. The Razor Claw was hidden here somewhere, and he'd be the one to find it.