Civet wished that the moons of Neptune weren't converging at this particular moment, or perhaps she would be able to return to her humanlike form.
Instead, she crouched up above a doorframe, just out of Morlock's line of sight. That weapon he was carrying looked dangerous...
Attack and disarm! Her instincts took over the normal calculating state of mind, and she lunged at Morlock's right arm, taking the phrase quite literally, as she clung on for dear life, attempting to swat the gun from his hand through use of sheer insanity, hissing, clawing, biting, and all the like.