[Felix blinks and immediately stops playing, looking up at whoever this is interrupting him. The cat stops singing to look up at Rose, too.]
Pipes? She's a cat.
[He almost tells the woman to go away and stop bothering him, but then he notices the instrument she's carrying and changes his mind.]
Not long. Six months, perhaps. I--
[Aaaand then she's sitting down. He doesn't say anything about that, but he does move over a little, slightly away from her, just to make a point. The Liepard yawns, as though this exchange bores her to tears.]
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Pipes? She's a cat.
[He almost tells the woman to go away and stop bothering him, but then he notices the instrument she's carrying and changes his mind.]
Not long. Six months, perhaps. I--
[Aaaand then she's sitting down. He doesn't say anything about that, but he does move over a little, slightly away from her, just to make a point. The Liepard yawns, as though this exchange bores her to tears.]
And you?
[He nods toward the guitar case on her back.]