Re: First floor: 2:15 a.m.
Shane saw the door open and nosed it open further. He saw her only as a fleeting image as she went back out onto the fire escape, and he followed. He didn't chase her, though the impulse to do so was strong, and he padded cautiously out onto the fire escape, even higher than the last.
There was food there, on a plate.
He tore into the steak, which caught his attention first. It wasn't fresh, it wasn't even really warm, but it was raw and it still had some blood in it, and it was good. Normally being fed by a human girl would have seemed disgusting, but he was too hungry to care. He spent a good few minutes tearing into it, forgetting her completely. He didn't look up again until he was gnawing at the bone, blood on his muzzle and his teeth. He dropped it, finally. "It wasn't a trick," he said, the closest she'd likely get to appreciation, and he nosed at the plate. The cheese didn't interest him, but the cold cuts did. He laid down in front of the plate and pulled them off with his teeth, upending the plate and sending some of the food to fall through the grating.