Plenty to do, relatively simple considering the luck animals have with barge plots and abundant medical skill on board, what surely couldn't be a threatening presence on a ship replete with them. There's thought put into this, at least. It'll be worth the attempt regardless.

"You don't have to," a hasty preempt of the shooting down that wouldn't really surprise her and doesn't seem too far off, judging by his expression. "Zero pressure, they'll have a home regardless. But it sounds like you'd be better off keeping busy, and working with animals can be soothing."

She helps said kitten onto the ground, the whole of their torso fitting snugly enough in her palm. Much curious padding at the ground understandably follows, along with a peer up at him. No searching or sizing, merely acknowledging this large thing in front of them. And then a mew, predictably high in pitch.

"Was just figuring maybe let you see one in person, maybe mull on it until Randel leaves and takes the lot home with him. Very well behaved, this one. Great about the claws, friendly but not too loud..."

And look at that tiny, tiny face.