How's it going, partner?

How's it going, partner?

It's going. Where have you been? I was starting to think something had happened to you.

What could happen to me? I'm just snowed under. First-class passengers are no picnic.

Another day, another whim.

I'm thinking of quitting.

Back to the frontline?

No, I've done my share of fighting. I'll find a civilian job.

Oh my! I only just noticed you've got a cat! Where's it from?

Picked him up at a station.

Well, make sure Major Sargas doesn't see him.

I figured you'd say that.

What have you called him?

Jack.

Handsome fellow. Purebred. I had one like this as a child.

My son kept pestering me to get a cat... So I decided to take this one.

He looks a bit under the weather.

I thought so too. But I have no idea what to do with him. Maybe I shouldn't have taken him...

Don't be silly. I'll tell you everything.

The cat needs a litter box, bowls for food and water, and some kind of toy so that he doesn't get bored while you're working.

And as far as I can see, he's already taken over your bed.

I don't need it anymore, so I don't mind.

You should take him to a vet, just in case...

But nearly all of them are at the front, along with the regular doctors.

Yes, I can't count on finding a vet.

Okay, gotta dash before the hoity-toities from first class start complaining again.

See you, thanks for dropping by.

Come on back if you need any more advice.

Okay.