Oblivious to her tiny stalker, Rita runs her hand over the cat in her lap, which purrs happily in response. It's a calming experience, and it even feels sort of like she's making a connection with another living being. Something that's openly affectionate to her, and that she doesn't have to be afraid to show affection back to...

But then the pounce happens.

Rita gasps at the sudden tug on her tail, shooting to her feet and sending her new friend running. She whirls around to face the offending feline. "Hey, watch it, you... cat!" The cat, unfazed by her yelling, simply crouches and stares at the tail as it whips around her.

Cats can see through glamours!? Damn it. That explains a lot, but...

Rita just strongly reacted to something that shouldn't have been there. Red-faced, she looks around the room. The few other patrons seem to have already returned to their drinks and companions... but there's one person still looking her way. Her eyes meet Lambert's for a moment, but she quickly turns away. She reaches down and holds her tail still, trying not to encourage the cat as she moves her chair back to where it ought to be. She can still pretend nothing happened, right? After all, it's not like he saw anything... besides her acting like a crazy person.