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"ANSWER ME."

Jamal growled and made a swipe to try and grab the front of the man's outfit, his elongated fangs bared almost fully as his face conforted into an ugly expression of anger. If this guy was truely a staff member, Jamal would potentially make short work of the guy if he had the chance.

Part of him wondered, however, why there weren't guards around. After that whole attack with with Zach, he'd heard whispers about guards being around.

"So you ARE staff, then," Jamal said amidst a cruel laugh as the man fell backwards and landed hard on the floor, lips still curved to exhibit his canines freely. The tiger stalked forward, hunching over slightly, and thumped a clawed foot square on the janitor's chest to pin him. He wasn't careful to not put a lot of weight down or to keep his semi-retracted claws out of the way. Oh no. Jamal could care less if there was pain involved. "I woulda thought they'd be smarta' then this ta let onna ya out wit' out some protection. Their mistake."

Jamal recoiled and half-shrieked, half roared, as he was sneezed upon. Oh my god, that was so GROSS. Ugh ugh UGH. The tiger man was a freak about staying clean.

He clawed fiercely as his bare chest, feeling moisture clinging to the fur there, and gave Newt a positively murderous hiss. He then pulled his leg back with the full intention of kicking the nasty, germy man in the head.

Jamal missed when he went to kick him, but that hardly stopped him. He dropped to all fours and latched onto the retreating man's pant leg and dragged him forcibly BACK to where he had been previously. "I didn't ********' tell you you could go NOWHERE," the larger man barked angrily as he spun the janitor around and grabbed him by the front of the shirt collar, careless of what sort of damage happened on the way around, and struggled awkwardly to his feet, hauling Newt up with him.

For a second, the tiger man drew the scrawny, stinky man up close to his face, dropping his tone to a silky, even tone. "Ya ********' clean up this goddamn mess 'n' get da ******** out of ma cafeteria. Yer ********' worthless as a janito'....makin' a bigger disasta' then what was herr be'fo ya came in, I bet. Maybe they sent ya herr wit'out guards cause they wanted ta get rid of ya." He smiled icily at that before shoving Newt away in a throwing motion. "Get yer s**t done 'n' get out. I ain't playin' no mo'."

"Fine. Then when I come back lata' this place betta be ********' spotless. Otherwise you ain't gonna get anotha' chance. I promise ya dat."

Jamal gave a throat growl of annoyance as the man fled for the door and licked his lips absently before turning to eye the buffet. ******** nasty a** cafeteria.....god the place reeked of lemon cleaner and body odor...

Newt had avoided the cafeteria as much as possible after his run in with Jamal, but finally figured it might be safe to peak in again to see if he could get any sweeping done. His allergies were at it again viciously, his eyes streaming and his nose clogged. He had a job to do, though, and he was going to do it! Broom in hand, he blew his nose on his hankercheif as he made his way into the cafeteria once more, only to be greeted by the sight of what appeared to be a rather naked young woman with a rather feline disposition at a table surrounded by dolls. He remembered her face from glimpses of files in Aubrey's office when he had been tidying, but couldn't recall her name or any details that might have been usefull. At least she appeared as though she wasn't going to eat him.

He stood awkwardly in the front entrance, though, watching her nerviuosly, eyeing the mess on the floor around her and wondered if he should just wait and come back when she was finished.

Newt's thick eyebrows raised as he glanced over her affairs, keeping a good distance as he gripped his broom timidly, "Er... I'll j-just... um... w-wait for you to f-fin-fin-finish, then..."