"Am I allowed to come back and see you again? You can't just mention someone like that and not expect me to have my curiosity piqued."

Still, dutifully, she carefully takes Christopher Mango into her arms. There's something of an awkwardness to it - uncertain, nervous, as if at any second the cat is going to cry out in injury - until she tucks him into her bag, where he is content to be. A swaddled purring lump.

Chills, she thinks, can hang around. He knows to fly off when trouble hits. And it'll do Nyx some good having a friend near.