Siobhan laughed. She'd seen those naked cats that he was talking about. They were cute. Well, cute in their own, naked way. "I'm not allergic, but I have the feeling I don't want to clean cat hair out of every speck of my clothing," she told him. "Or the furniture. A sphinx would be a conversation starter, that's for sure," she said.
Siobhan picked a table when he nodded for her to do so, settling in and reaching out to take the warm mug when he sat it in front of her. "Thank you," she said. "Yes, I do enjoy it. It's different than what I'm used to, but I want to help people. I want to make a difference." Dancing wasn't exactly a life-changing occupation, at least not for those around her, but Siobhan hoped that by being a healer she could make a difference in the lives of the people she helped, at least in some small way. It was satisfying in a way that dancing wasn't. She had job security and good pay. She couldn't argue with those things.