Illy and Remy
Illyana laughed a little, letting Remy have the cat - if he was partial to felines, then by all means. "I will have to take the dinosaur, then," she decided, because it reminded her of Lockheed a little and was a fearsome creature (and, according to Jurassic Park, the tyrannosaurus rex was the powerful female hero we all needed in our lives). She selected the small silvery piece, rolling it in between her hands. "But your other secret is safe too."
She liked cats. Liked animals in general, really - some of her fondest childhood memories (before everything went wrong) involved flashes of a farm. Dairy cows, rustic wind, fields of potatoes, frost penetrating deep into the soil for many months - but that was the climate in Siberia. "Taking in strays - a decent thing to do. And of you ever need cat-sitter, I will do this." Maybe she could consider a pet too, but maybe not - her apartment was very small and she wanted to be able to let Lockheed spread his wings as much as possible, in the Tower. Another pet to look after would likely be too much.
"Alright, now show me what to do with this fake money."