She can't help but grin at his suddenly serious expression. Yes, thank you for the clarification, Andrew; it's not as if her Ma was a midwife or anything. Daine knows how these things work (or so she thinks).
When he asks about the cat, she pulls in a breath and stands, considering how best to answer. Cats can be a bit difficult, sometimes, especially if you come across as overeager or pushy - which Andrew almost certainly would do, if she told him the truth. This particular cat seems more inclined to be cooperative than most, but that might not matter if Andrew annoys it.
"Maybe. Let me talk to him for a minute." To the cat, she adds, "Would you like to come in? It's warmer." She does have a vague recollection of a 'no pets in the TARDIS' rule, but the cat isn't a pet and the Doctor isn't here, so as far as Daine's concerned, this is a totally valid exception.
The cat eyes the console room for a moment, whiskers forward, then steps inside, tail held high and twitching just a bit with curiosity. He arches against Daine's leg as he passes her, and she follows him up onto the platform surrounding the console. Sinking to her knees so she's closer to the cat's level, she asks, What do you think?
Interesting, the cat replies, curling the tip of its tail. And warmer, as you said. He pads over and climbs into her lap, kneading the terrycloth with his paws. Your friend was out in the city, not in the park. By the place with the big cats.
Big cats? she repeats, frowning.
The big white ones, he clarifies. The whole building is big and white like the cats.
"The library," she says aloud as realization dawns. "And you came all this way to find me?" She's rather touched, despite the fact that she'd asked the People for help. It's still quite a trek for a cat, and she gives him an appreciative scritch between the ears.
The cat leans into her hand, purring. Well, I couldn't hear you. You go all quiet when you come in here.
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When he asks about the cat, she pulls in a breath and stands, considering how best to answer. Cats can be a bit difficult, sometimes, especially if you come across as overeager or pushy - which Andrew almost certainly would do, if she told him the truth. This particular cat seems more inclined to be cooperative than most, but that might not matter if Andrew annoys it.
"Maybe. Let me talk to him for a minute." To the cat, she adds, "Would you like to come in? It's warmer." She does have a vague recollection of a 'no pets in the TARDIS' rule, but the cat isn't a pet and the Doctor isn't here, so as far as Daine's concerned, this is a totally valid exception.
The cat eyes the console room for a moment, whiskers forward, then steps inside, tail held high and twitching just a bit with curiosity. He arches against Daine's leg as he passes her, and she follows him up onto the platform surrounding the console. Sinking to her knees so she's closer to the cat's level, she asks, What do you think?
Interesting, the cat replies, curling the tip of its tail. And warmer, as you said. He pads over and climbs into her lap, kneading the terrycloth with his paws. Your friend was out in the city, not in the park. By the place with the big cats.
Big cats? she repeats, frowning.
The big white ones, he clarifies. The whole building is big and white like the cats.
"The library," she says aloud as realization dawns. "And you came all this way to find me?" She's rather touched, despite the fact that she'd asked the People for help. It's still quite a trek for a cat, and she gives him an appreciative scritch between the ears.
The cat leans into her hand, purring. Well, I couldn't hear you. You go all quiet when you come in here.