I sit in the gas room of the Laminax facility, casually listening to the sounds of humans being transfurred the sounds of distant combat, and the occasional try-hard spouting nonsense in the chat. I'm just chilling alone, with an occasional human or Gootraxian passing by me, wondering why humans always seem to mention Catte when I'm around considering we're mostly just friends. The fan arts I've seen on these company desktops of us being shipped together stay in my mind, I'm not exactly bothered by this, but more so curious as to what caused this ship to begin in the first place, my thoughts stop as I hear the sound of the automatic doors opening, indicating that somebody or something has entered the room, I contemplate staying in my spot, or going over to see if anything's actually happened, still staying calm and collected.