He tilted his head back to look at her with what may have been a smirk. "You do? You don't even know what's out there."
He hesitated, his ears swiveling again towards her. "I don't... I have to be honest with you, I don't remember. I fell into a puddle, and my gadgetry short-circuited."
He shook his head, cleaning his whiskers. "No, thank you. I will not be fixed by an apprentice. No offense."
She raised an eyebrow. "First of all, rude. Second of all, you're welcome to join me in my residence. I'm curious about you."
He shrugged, the action moving fluidly through his body. "You wouldn't have an intern do your surgery, now, would you?"
"You can step around puddles," he replied, trotting next to her. "It's much harder for me to move around than you."
He hesitated before shaking his head. "I don't know," he said again. "I had an instinct to give that to you."
"I don't. I've had it with me for a while. I don't remember where I got it. But something clicked in my head when I saw you walking home. I was hoping you would know, but you didn't say anything, so I left."
"Well, you obviously didn't know," he said, scurrying up to her leg. "So, no harm done. Hey, can I get a ride?"
