[ Let's disrupt the tone first, by this we mean Nebula is... annoyed and a touch perplexed. She's never been particularly fond of the goats that Solvunn is known for, even if she has helped in wrangling them from time-to-time most recently. Like with most things, Nebula isn't even afraid to show her disdain for the animals. ]

[ She doesn't hurt the animals and - perhaps - those who knew her even a touch knows she wouldn't. Probably. But she sure does give them angry looks, especially when they start bleeting noisily. The clearest answer here is she hates goats and wants them to know it. She's petty like that. ]

[ Which is why she would have never come into the primary settlement today if she had known that all of the goats would be out in full force on some makeshift track with people shouting, cheering, and all manner of nonsense. Like they expect the goats to actually do something spectacular and follow orders. They won't. She knows they won't, they know they won't - it's all stupid. ]

[ She makes no attempt to get close to the festivities, but the universe has ways of annoying anyone just right. Some older woman half abandons her goat with her and Nebula scowls at it as it chews away on a piece of fabric it probably shouldn't have. ]

[ Not her problem. ]

Do you even understand what's said to you?

[ The goat puffs out its lips and spews saliva along the fabric it's obtained. She guesses it'd probably have screamed its retort if not for its mouth being full - small blessings. She rolls her eyes: ]
I'm not a goatsitter, go away.

[ It does not move. ]