Ocelot huffs, shaking his head as he reads the documents in his hand. How many times does he have to tell Miller to stop limiting his options for his torture devices. His spurs jingle a bit, as his boots clink along the tile flooring of the hallway—before out of nowhere a cat like yowl is heard right next to him. And he can’t help flinching a bit, because what the fuck was that?

He looks down, seeing a long cat like tail coming from under a box—seems he had stepped on it. But how did a cat get on base, they’re in the middle of the ocean? He leans down to try and pet the so called cat, he loves kittens—but that’s not hard to tell.

Though when he moves to gently pet the tail, his hand is grabbed by a more human like one. And he looks up, his eyes meeting yours. You look human, but you have antennas on your head, which twitch and move at certain noises. And a long cat like tail, your skin had a tint of green to it almost. Staring at whatever you are, you’re fascinating to him—he’s never seen anything like this before.

“Who are ya?…. And how did ya get here?” He asks softly, his southern accent clearly not his natural one. As he stays still, your hand still holding his wrist, though it’s hard to resist the urge to pet you. Even though you’re not really a cat.