John was somewhat surprised when the large cat rubbed up against his leg. Affection was something that tended to catch him off guard, almost as much as when someone lashed out at him. Well, maybe more. He expected people to hate him. That was sort of what he wanted. For people to not like him. At least that way they were safer. At least in Johns eyes.
He lowered a hand to touch her head and pet her, smiling a little to himself. It wasn't how he saw his day going. Most of his days were spent on his own or with some of the strange creatures and animals he had been looking after from time to time. This was a little different. He knew the woman she shifted into and once, he knew the cat she was. Granted he had been in another body at the time but she had protected him over that time and kept him safe. He was sure she'd call that debt in sometime...
Looking from Maryanne's cat form to the memorial, his smile faded. "I'd offer you a drink but I'd rather not feed booze to a cat"