Felix's reaction is immediate, though he makes one wrong assumption: "Oh, for Kynareth's sake. Tiber, how did you..."

Wait. The cat he's leaning over his knees to glare at looks... different. How many ginger kittens are running around the Nexus these days? Should he be glad Jim only brought home one? But speaking of Jim... there's that disorienting feeling of looking up into a face that is and clearly is not his beloved's. Felix nods to the man as he scoops up his pet, but the reply draws a small shake of the head from the conjurer. No getting off that easily, captain.

"But you personally, do you aim to collect on the debts you're owed?"