Petey had merrily flipped onto his back, chewing on Reno's thumb and pushing lightly against the rest of his fingers with his paws. Fingers ruled.

"I-I'm okay," she said, tucking a stray lock of hair back. "Probably not very good company right now. Kinda ... weird night, you know? I should ... we should go."

She sighed and attempted to scoop up her cat. Who mrowled at her sadly and batted at Reno's fingers again.