[ Hei was doing what Hei's do best: surveillance. It was an easy guess to assume that Saya would be here, waiting for Diva to slip up. After her recent broadcasts, it was easy to tell Diva was slowly losing it.
(But weren't they all?)
Flexing his jaw, Hei slowly bent down and picked up a piece of trash, tossing it into the nearest bin. He did it to keep himself busy, to keep his mind occupied, but he was used to doing far too much of both. It did, however, deflect some attention off of him, necessary, if he wanted to pretend Saya hadn't noticed him already.
He wasn't ready for that.
Bending down yet again, his hand found fur and a wet nose instead, an escapee looking for attention. Where there's trash, there might be food after all, and Hei is weak enough to indulge, slipping him a treat. And then the absurdity hit him.
Scooping up the kind meaning pest, Hei struck out for Saya, no longer hesitating. They needed to talk. ]