[Jamie is parked on a bench in the shade of an awning, observing everyone else going about their business and trying to get a feel for the place. As a member of the noble Hugs Are Icky clan, he perhaps hasn't been as diligent in meeting that particular need as he should be and is starting to suffer the consequences; being in the early stages, however, he isn't noticeably incapacitated yet. Still, he's happy the bench is there to sit on.

[Noting the black cat that's approaching him, he offers a profound greeting:]

H'lo.

[It's a fairly noncommittal noise, one that could be aimed at a fellow sentient or an ordinary housecat. He's familiar, now, with sapient beings of a variety of different species, including the feline variety, and he'd rather look a little stupid for talking to something that couldn't talk back than insult an actual person by treating them like a dumb animal.

Plus, he likes cats and maybe isn't entirely averse to drawing the nice kitty's attention.]