The phone has been ringing for a bit now (funnily enough, she's not the best at gauging time when it's not her's to mold), but it feels like it's been absolute ages since she dialed the number. She sits back down, back against the rock, phone receiver jammed wrong-end round between her ear and her shoulder.

The cat approaches quietly, slipping from the darkness, and Sexy can't help her fascination. It isn't very well like she's had the chance to witness a living creature with real eyes, has she? Surely that's understandable. She remains very still as it sits next to her, which is quite an achievement for how twitchy she feels in a human body.

"You're beautiful, aren't you?" Careful not to make any sudden movements, Sexy leans down a little to get a good look at the cat's eyes. She hesitates, then offers her hand very slowly, asking permission to pet. "That's what the humans do then, isn't it?"