You come to see the strange and unusual on a fairly regular basis here. But there was something strangely familiar about the very-physical figure of a woman observing the stars from the deck.

He came here, from time to time, and had wandered here again after Luna had sprinted away from him to chase something or another. The small kitten now lay curled and snoozing in the crook of his arm as he approached, out of armor, regarding the woman with vague interest.

New, but not. Pity he's not much of a conversation starter.