Tripod proves himself to be no exception. After a few cautious steps forward, the cat leans against the offered hand to catch a few whiffs, his spindly tail swishing behind him.

Rey's sitting at a table nearby, her fatigue snapping away when she hears a voice -- but not speaking to her. She blinks, surprised to see that the cat has taken an interest in the stranger.

"Doesn't... really have a name," Rey answers, even though the young man clearly wasn't speaking to her.

Tripod would beg to differ, but no one else seems to know that.