When it came to this man, she was learning all the time that there were new ways of not wearing a shirt. It hardly even surprised her anymore. And this time, she was determined not to comment on it; it was very obviously not her place. At least she was wearing enough clothing to make up for his lack - a long-sleeved, high necked dress in a pale shade of blue and a fringed woolen shawl. "Hello, Captain," she responded. "Please come in." Honestly, she had been uncertain if he would come, but then, the strangest people made good companions for animals, and ultimately cats were quite self-sufficient and decided on their own if they would or wouldn't accept a human.
That, apparently, would not be a problem in this instance - it didn't take the most curious of the kittens long to begin climbing him as though he were a tree. She almost laughed as she bent over and detached him from Wilcar's leg, carefully ensuring that his tiny claws were not stuck in the fabric and ignoring his mewling protests. "He is indeed," she said supporting the kitten with both hands and holding him out, curious to see if the man would take him. "He fears nothing and climbs everything. The others are around somewhere, if you would like me to round them up for you."