D'athe flattened his ears a moment, his whiskers drooping. He heaved a sigh, and then turned to scuttle onto the side of the building, looking back at the girl, his ears pricking up at an idea.
I need to find something to type on. A computer or a typewriter. Come on!
He added an impatient, inquiring chirp, his ears flicking back and forth as he swarmed along the side of the building, looking for a shop with what he had in mind. Glanced back over his shoulder, chirruping at the girl again.