"It would be funny. I was trying to picture what it would look like if someone walked in on me doing it. It's that moment of thinking if you don't move, they won't see you. Which obviously they will and they'll find you even more ridiculous for trying that." She remembered Scruffy doing it when he'd gotten into something he wasn't supposed to. The German Shepard would stick his head under the bed, the only part of him that would fit, hoping that his annoyed owners wouldn't spot him.
She tilted her head, curious. "Where were you before this?" she asked before realizing that she hadn't even asked his name yet. "Wow. Here I am interrogating you about where you come from and I haven't even introduced myself. Miss. Manners Faux Pas in a major way. I'm Vi Turner." Leave it to her to forget the most basic of conversational openers. "I can't imagine this as basic. What you're used to must be incredible."
Vi glanced towards the sandwich. Salmon sandwich? It wasn't something she could imagine tasted the greatest but to each their own, especially when it was rare to someone. "We've got plenty of salmon here. You can load up to your heart's content," she replied.
Balancing him in one arm, Vi used the other to hop up on the counter. Feet swinging, she returned to scratching under Kuro-Neko's chin. He was so soft. A part of her wanted to give him a little hug but the last time she'd tried that, as a child, the cat hadn't appreciated the affection. "We should put you in an eating competition with Ron, huh? Then we'd see who was the big eater." She laughed. "He's so sweet." Her expression softened sympathetically. "No, it's not all that scary. It's got some nice points to it. Unfortunately, being shot at is the least of our worries. Between the demons and the angels and the seal, we keep pretty busy."