It's been a bit since Zagreus has made a patrol of the park. It had begun to feel too watched for his liking, which, all things considered, is probably less of his typical paranoia than it is completely justified wariness. Of course, night time probably isn't any better for that, but even so, it feels better. He's curious to see if he can catch the Rift in action, feel any differences, maybe get the drop on an interesting newcomer. Also, Lucy had said there were probably caves. Despite some bad experiences, caves are appealing.

Turns out, Lucy was right. Of course, it never occurs to him that the cave he's just found might be occupied. So it's not really any wonder he finds the sight of an alien girl gnawing a bone on some decidedly rustic rugs very unexpected. The half dozen assorted cats are, as they say, just mucus on the grubloaf. He smells blood, felines, and something less readily placeable. Surprise has him sounding more polite than is typical, to very comical effect. To hear his voice, he might have just trod on someone's toes in an elevator, rather than stumbled upon a primitive abattoir for innocent pets. "...Oh. Excuse me."