It’s an unfamiliar face that Rutile finds opening the door for them, but he’s friendly, smiling.

“Hi there.” Jacen’s about to say something more, but he suddenly laughs — his batcat, a tiny one he’s named Annie, has decided to scale his head again and is now in the process of climbing up his neck, legs clinging to the back of his neck. It tickles.

“S-Sorry. Can I help you?”