"... do you have to do anything with hi- it?" Far be it from Beau to deny the creature what it wanted; she ran her hand from I-guess-thats-the-head to not-the-head-end, scratched under might-as-well-be-a-chin, watched to see what if anything it preferred. It wasn't a cat, and she understood (sort of) why it needed to not be one, but she was working with what small frames of reference she had here.
Caleb's gaze flicked to her, and she half-shrugged, lip quirking in a small conspiratorial grin. Yeah, okay, sometimes she had the subtlety of a brick, and this was another such moment "Has Molly shown you his latest yet?"