[ Intellectually, he knows that. But...... his kitty :(

Busy finding nothing on the side of the building, Yusuf glances down at the device again. It turns itself on all the time, who's to say it won't turn itself off? That doesn't seem to be the case though, since the little green light is still on. ]

Miss Saya?

[ You now have our undivided attention. ]

Did you find her?

She's in my coat. Would you like to meet us?

[Mrow.]

Yes. Yes! I am headed your way right n-- actually, which direction are you coming from. I will meet you halfway.

I'm coming from the south on Tenth.

Alright, [ Orienting himself, Yusuf starts off in that direction. ] Headed your way as we speak.

[ Relief is like a heavy coat falling off of his shoulders when Yusuf spies the cat cradled in Saya's coat. He rushes toward her. ]

You are, very possibly, my favorite person in the entire City right now.

[Rhada mrows when she sees Yusuf and Saya removes her, offering her over]

My sister likes cats. She would have wanted me to help.

Thank you so much, again. You have no idea how worried I was. [ Gratefully, Yusuf scoops the pliant feline up in his arms. Rhada, more or less used to this kind of hand off (when she's taking up too much couch space or deliberately lying all over important papers), does little more than wiggle herself into a more comfortable position in Yusuf's arms. ]

Your sister, she was the one who appreciates Aishwarya Rai?

Yes.

[Saya seems a little pleased. She scratches the top of Rhada's head with one ringed finger]

I supposed you would get along.

[ Rhada's paw reaches out, as if to return the motion. ]

At the very least, she seems to be a good conversation starter for you.

I'm not very good with conversations.

[This may or may not be a lie.]

You very well could have fooled me.

My family suspects I have Aspergers.

[That is definitely a lie, but it's one that's served her before. A pause, and what passes for a smile]

Your cat is very charming.

Oh, yes, what is it-- colloquial termed... [ Yusuf prompts himself, looking to Rhada as if she might have the answer.] Little professor syndrome. You handle it very well-- that is to say, our few conversations have been perfectly appropriate. I would hardly have supposed.

[ Yusuf is frank; he's a scientist, not a therapist. His smile is genuine at Saya's compliment to Rhada. ]

She certainly won me over.

I suspect it's because you haven't seen me with my cars.

Would it be blindingly obvious if I had..?

I don't know. That's what people say.