Feet were feet; the rubber boots fit Tangle well enough. But she was still treading carefully, as she didn't want her tail to get all sludged up. At least, not before the fight.

"Good thinking," she said. "Though uh, do you know what we're looking for? How do we tell a rat's... you know."

It seemed like an obvious question. They were in a sewer. There'd have to be normal rats too, right?