She's of the opinion that it's best to head off potential cat ranting at the pass. She likes the animals well enough, but isn't overly concerned with their survival. They were able to live well enough before Wash's help and she has a feeling they'll continue to do so while they can.

Once the cat has had its fill of sniffing her hand, she scratches lightly behind its ears as she looks up at him.

"They don't go in the rooms for training and live-fire testing, right?" Because tripping over a cat with a loaded weapon in hand? On the bottom of her list of things she wants to do.