Ya wanna know how I got these scars?

He'd made progress in shaking the egg from his paw, and was  eyeing the nest and it's remaining intact eggs resentfully when a voice shattered his impression that he was alone. Ears went flat as he stiffened, looking for the source of the sardonic remark. When his silver orbs caught sight of her he almost forgave her manner of entrance simply based on how lovely the woman looked. Aiming to fling part of the remaining yellow yolk in her direction, he quipped, "Don't worry, I'm not above sharing." His words came out a bit slow, betraying the effort it took to form all the syllables, and even then parts came out a mumble, or were almost missed entirely.

Giving the woman his best attempt at a friendly smile - not a simple task when you have little to work with - raising his brows a bit and asking, "Why, were you interested in these? Cause you're welcome to what's left of them, I think I've had enough of eggs for right now." Maybe some company that didn't run screaming would make up for a terrible start to his day.