Rachel just sat there, watching while L made his tea, and making no indication of actually answering him. True, she could have messed around with his head, but the last time she had done something of that sort...
...twenty people had wound up dead.
"If it's bothering you, I can make it go away." She answered. The cat made it's way over to the young woman, and proceeded to rub it's head against her leg. Rachel bent over to scratch it's head which was met by a rather loud purr.
"It might also go away on it's own. Most of the time these things have a will of their own." Rachel was hoping that this guy wouldn't ask her about that, because she honestly had no clue as to how that worked.