Winter. That's not. Well. Okay, he'll take it.

He's giving the Shinx a wary look as he comes to crouch on Entrapta's other side. "Nancy. Are you sure it's a friend." Because friends generally do not growl. Or zap you with fucking electricity.

Clearly, Fuzzlebutt is also not a friend, though he is now no longer chewing on metal fingers or kevlar collars, but rather staring at Nancy with an air of definite interest.