"Oh, you must belong to someone. Cute little thing like you." Is she cooing? She must be cooing, but she doesn't particularly mind. Sexy is beginning to completely understand human fascination with small, fluffy animals (perhaps she should have let him keep the horse, that one time).

"Oh! Thank you." Sexy presses her lips gently against the cat's head, smiling into his fur. It's nice not to feel alone, in an unfamiliar place like this.