Greta's hand tightens on the door, and she gives serious consideration to the idea of just shutting it in the man's face. It's just a dream. It doesn't matter if she plays along or not. Then again, the man is looking at the cat with recognition, too. Maybe she could get answers from him, if he's just another product of the Rift's broad and rather twisted imagination.
"I see," she lies, stepping back to admit the whole crew and trying not to wince.
The man makes his way over to the counter, though not without pointing out a few ostensible changes she's supposedly made to the apartment. She acknowledges his approval of a new 'cat tree' with a strained smile, and watches closely as he approaches the cat in question.
"How're you doing?" the man all but coos as he extends a hand in the cat's direction, stopping short of actually touching it. "You seem happy."
"Yes," Greta agrees flatly, "he's very pleased with himself."
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"I see," she lies, stepping back to admit the whole crew and trying not to wince.
The man makes his way over to the counter, though not without pointing out a few ostensible changes she's supposedly made to the apartment. She acknowledges his approval of a new 'cat tree' with a strained smile, and watches closely as he approaches the cat in question.
"How're you doing?" the man all but coos as he extends a hand in the cat's direction, stopping short of actually touching it. "You seem happy."
"Yes," Greta agrees flatly, "he's very pleased with himself."