The kitten seems quite content in her pocket, as though she's used to riding in one. Just outside the shop, however, Fareeha would find the owner of her very favorite pocket.

It's fairly obvious he's looking for something. Heavy brow furrowed, his eyes dart across the nearby surroundings, his head tilting to check behind boxes and crates, any nook or cranny he could find.

He knew she'd wandered off in this direction. It was foolish to be worried without any real danger posed to her here, and yet. There's a definite air about him.