He could hear shouting from outside in the hallway, and though it was muffled, it was undoubtedly female, which caught Bruce's attention in a second. Enigma had finally returned, but it from the banging around in the hallway, that she had some company. He set his notebook aside and slid from the bed, moving to the door slowly. That was when he heard the loud crash as something slammed gently into his door, causing Bruce's curiousity to rise to a greater height.
He pulled the door open, in enough time to see enigma sprawled on the floor with a cat hanging onto her shoulder. He moved to her, kneeling down an grasping her by the arm, pulling her to her feet. "Are you alright?" He asked her, helping her up, looking at the feline, "who's this?"