[ She doesn't mind the staring so much. In another life, she would have worked that to her advantage one way or another -- if she's not stealing diamonds and Egyptian artifacts, she's stealing hearts, and the truth of the matter is that Selina loves the attention. ]

That's the one. [ See, Selina actually found him sort of charming, but that's just her. She's a big sucker for something cute and furry. ] He's a grumpy little thing. There's all kinds around here, but a talking cat is definitely an... interesting addition to the town.

[ But at her question, she only shakes her head in response. ]

Oh, don't fuss over me, I'm fine. [ Selina's more than capable of finding her own chair, and she'll pull it up to the table, taking a seat across from the other woman. The offer implies an invitation, doesn't it? She makes herself comfortable, legs crossing under the table and arms folded behind her head as she leans back, the corner of her lips curling into a smile. ] And who might you be?