"Truthfully, I'm more partial to dogs, especially after living for so long with one of my last coworkers." He still loves his catwing, though, in his own begrudging way.

"In my defense, you did present as being developmentally delayed at best. I figured something must have happened to rattle the cells clamoring about in your head, but it sounds like something very different happened. I learned you're part of a cloning project and you kept mentioning a woman in a robe or a hood."

He smirks behind the mask and nods in a general direction. "If you've found a bar already, I want to learn more about the bitch growing the clone army. You were utterly terrified just thinking about her."