"It's a dream," provides Yuri, because if the guy's only hanging around because he's looking for civilization he should probably be told not to worry about it. He rubs his own face like he's trying to rub away any hint of what's troubling him, and forces a smile for the cat and her man. "It happens sometimes."

Penza squirms out from under the chair, flinching when she leaves strands of white fur snagged in its joints, and comes panting in the cat's direction, wagging her tail in a silent entreaty for the other daemon to act friendlier than either man or cat have seemed thus far. "I'm Penza and this is Yuri," she says, stretching out to bring her nose close enough to sniff.