A second figure steps out of the shadows once Felix and Jim have gone. Nekomata doesn't carry herself with the levity and carelessness she usually does in this place. She's bloody, tails curled protectively around herself as she follows Stratos' every move.

They haven't spoken since they made their escape. Now though, she's reaching out and touching his arm gently.

"Come on. Let's get cleaned up, boss. You gonna come quietly or am I gyonna have to carry ya?" As if they both don't know Nekomata can do no such thing if Stratos so much as protests. She has an image of their dynamic to uphold, and she has to wonder if Stratos will appreciate it as much as she thinks he will at the moment.