Alice always had a soft spot for cats, even if some of them could be condescending wastrels who had a talent for giving cryptic advice that only ever made sense in hindsight.

Konoe was, fortunately, not on that particularly short list, and brief as their initial chat had been, her opinion stayed fairly neutral.

She didn't touch him, but instead approached from the side slowly.

"Are you ill?" She asked. "Should I get a bucket?"

Not that it made much difference - the ship was already filthy. But she wanted to make sure Konoe was responsive.