[She deals with like a champ, with minimal fussing or swatting. It makes him beam all the more. He might still attribute the slow blink to a sluggish mind, but it's nice to be reminded of trusting cats. It's not something he's ever going to see again.

He steps back to give her space once again, but she's still got her arms out. It's like something out of a classic zombie film, only in real life, it doesn't quite make sense. He tilts his head at her, then lets out a breath of a life.]

You can... put your arms... back down... We're all set... [He pauses.] Guess I could... find shelter...? Never did... bother much... always just... kept moving... Maybe hunting... more... though we... just washed... Now I can't... decide...