Suddenly, the rat squirmed out of Kendra's hand onto the table among the variety of food across the table. Kendra reached out, trying to get him back before he either scared any people afraid of rats or, worse, starting to eat the food around them. Her Hand missed the rat by an inch, her hand brushed its tail as it dived off the table, scurrying away to something that had interested it at the other end of the room. "oh no..." Kendra muttered, hoping that the rat would come into no harm. She trusted he would come back, hopefully..