Silvia shrugged one of her shoulders. It wasn't that Nikita was acting differently, exactly. She kind of was. But it wasn't the type of acting weird that made the were uncomfortable. "Mostly just checking in. I mean, you're acting different, but you're paying attention to me." Almost exactly the right amount of it too, which was hard since how much attention Silvia wanted really depended on the day, her mood, the phase of the moon... she was every bit as much of a cat as she was a human and it showed in those ways.
Sipping at her milk, Silvia tried to decide how to answer. Then she decided that she was just going to go right for it so that Nikita didn't go off talking about something that she'd have to interrupt to bring her back to what she really wanted to know about. For her and for Kristen. Silvia thought that she'd have a better chance of getting the answer out of Nikita because her new adopted mom probably still felt guilty for how things had been when she first got there. Silvia hadn't ever been above using everything that she could to her advantage. "Weeeeeeeeeeeell," The were rocked her chair back on two of its legs and then dropped it back down. "The other morning I got up and your and Missy's scents were all mixed together. Your smell was in her room, hers was at your door... then yesterday I came home and the two of you were all over in here." Sure, they lived in the same house, that was normal, but it was heavy and different and far closer than the two of them ever got. "So I mean, it's like... are you and her... or are you getting along because of the whole you bit her thing?" Otherwise Silvia didn't see why it made sense that Missy and Kristen were still here when they did have their own home.