Remember, you two, this purr-ticular assistant role calls for maximum vigilance. If any meownsters come knocking, we throw the Doctor on the cart and go!

Curious about our latest research? We're gnawing on 'An Investigation into Biological Discrepancies Between Us Felynes with a Y and Terran Felines with an I.' We were halfway done, but then we found out you have Aslans too, so it's back to the scratching post for us... You Terrans are meowder with your subspecies!

Your Meowjesty, never forget to eat your fill before you go on a hunt. Dive into a fight with full stamina, and you might end up doing things you didn't even think you could... mrrreow!

*dink* *dink* No Machalite Ore left... Could substitute with Rock Spider stones and gloompincer shells... Don't know without trying. In you go.

The mountains never fail to remind me of an old bud, built just as tall and strong. He broke his weapon once and quit the Palico life after, but if memory serves, he then went with the Research Commission to take up cheffing in the New World... You never know what turn your next life'll take.

Say, Doctor, I'll let you in on a secret trick, friend to... maybe furless friend. If you ever get hurt in battle and you need to chug a Potion, set off a Barrel Bomb behind you while you do. Why? It'll stop any baddies getting the pounce on you, that's why!

Terra has new materials. Lots of ores. Very lovely... Maybe I can make a weapon just like that Great Sword in the ice cave back home! For mew, Doctor!

Meow, meow, lots of... fascinating things in Doctor's room. Want to move them elsewhere, while Doctor's asleep... Smithy! Stay your paw!

On Your Meowjesty's summons, we the Felyne Special Corps... cream of the crop of the Terra Research Commission's Furst Fleet, have arrived! Meowch! Get your hind paws off my head!

What are you doing inside this box, Smithy? Im... Impawssible! It's all moving! How is it done?

Ready for departure!

A simple task! I'm a purr-ime leader, after all!

Let's go, 'Hunters!' Put some pep in your step!

Purr-ey spotted. Watch out, Your Meowjesty.

By your bidding, Your Meowjesty.

Meow! Right here!

You two! Now!

You're purr-essing too hard!

Aim fur that weak spot!

They're wide open!

Taste the flaming soul of a hunter!

The purr-fect slinger technique!

Are... Are we out of danger meow? Can I open my eyes yet?

Absolutely stellar command, Your Meowjesty. That's what I call great gains... mrreow.

Equipment everywhere... grabbing, all of it. Grabbing and going.

Good gravy, they're catching up! Run, run like your tail's on fire!

Hauling, hauling... Smithy, why do you drag that meowntain of materials with you everywhere you go?

Mrrow~

What are you doing? Mrrow... right there, please... Hey, save a pet or two for me!

Arknights.

Ah, Doctor! Fine day to mew!