The voice in their heads - Asadi's reaction is a fair indication that it lacks an individualized effect - appears to operate on its own frequency, potentially telepathic. Certainly not a typical cat; perhaps something that simply chooses to appear as such.

Interesting.

His eyes dart to Asadi momentarily, noting her atypically subdued reaction.

Less interesting.

Also more than mildly concerning.

Fingertips splayed over the table, Rush rises, brusque and fluid, expression tightening with the barest fraction of distaste.

"I intend to assist her, yes," he says, his disdain smooth and restrained.