Jean stood over him. "He likes you. I will warn you; he is a particularly amorous ferret." Currently, the chittering animal was trying to burrow into his shirt. He felt a bit ferret-handled.  Is that a thing?  Usually, Evan didn’t like small animals, especially rats, and he was quite sure he hated this one. He rolled over on this back, hoping to crush the annoying thing. He saw the pilot and co-pilot were some distance away, unmoving. 