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Jay smiled, "Hello," he replied, looking towards Sammy, before watching her rush to lock the compartment, "You've locked it, you have a cat, it won't want to come near you with that...." he added, hinting towards the cat. "And if it did... you may want to be on the seat... not on the floor. Wait, nevermind, sorry......" he continued, his tone back to the tone that they would both remember. His slightly-awkward-slightly-happy tone that he mostly spoke instead of the i'm-scared-please-help tone he had been using during the most of the conversation with both of the girls.
After looking upwards again, he then looked again at Amy, confused-like, not knowing whether to smile or get ready to block a missile.
whaa...?
Sammy's cat would stop the rat? The cat that was good for nothing but stealing food? The cat that didn't share said stolen food? Yeah. That would be the cat that would stop the horrible rat. Yeah. Totally. Obviously this boy didn't know her very well, because it was a well known fact the Moggy was a loser.
"Moggy? Stop a rat?" she asked, eyebrows raised. Then holding up her cat
like SIMBA so he could see it properly
"I'm afraid you've mistaken my cat for normal cat" she said placing the cat back down on her lap and continuing to pat it. Plus, rats were devious. EVIL. Now the boy was telling ehr where to sit? NO. Sammy sat wherever the hell she wanted to sit.
"I'm guarding the door, duh" she said, even though she had no idea what use she would be facing Amy and the kid instead of facing the door. BUT SHE WAS GUARDING IT FROM RATS.