That certainly lends a reassessing eye to the entire manner. Rush narrows his eyes at it dubiously. This particular specimen differs vastly from their past experience with the Rift-mandated thing in the recognizable shape of a feline in both appearance and temperament, possibly an indication of the Rift's momentary personal outlook.

"Do you have nothing better to do," he says in scornful disbelief. "The fucking city is populated by anomalies. What makes this one any more notable compared to the rest."