She stops petting the cat in favor of staring at Anders. "He's a what?" When she'd arrived, she had her blades with her and she chose them specifically to be her weapons. Pounce, for all that he's been through, is not a weapon. "You let them--" Her eyes go back to the cat before her and she examines him better, looking for any sign of magic on him. She's no mage but she's learned to recognize the signs. There's nothing to indicate the change, only that he's gotten larger. He seems just as happy, bumping his head into her fingers. She wants to berate him for such a foolish decision...but that would only add to the tension between them. He had no idea this is what the Initiative would do. She bites her tongue. "And he's not hurting? There's nothing wrong with him, is there?"

Elissa stands and sits, nodding. "I'd love some. I haven't been able to make any of my own." Everything's too strange here for her. She hasn't gotten used to all of the modern appliances. She reaches over to scratch beneath the cat's chin.

"This world is too strange sometimes," she says gently, keeping the concern out of her tone for now. "Have you been able to adjust well enough?"