1. [Roofshadow was apprehensive about walking among so many two-footed ones, but the smells and sounds have drawn her out. She mainly pads through the shadows and small places, until she catches a sound. Above her, in a cage hanging from a window, is a small, colorful bird, a little twittering fla-fa'az. She drops into a crouch and her tail begins to twitch. She hasn't eaten anything so fresh since she got here]

3. [Roofshadow's been surrounded by so many strange people lately, so she assumes that is why she's so dizzy. That and the heat. She's crouched in the shade under an empty booth with her eyes half open and her tail curled around her. She rises to wash her paws and face, watching the legs of the M'an-folk, and others that were even stranger.] [this cat that needs some pettings. Are you a bad enough dude to pet the cat?]