Before John could utter a rude reply a man suddenly barged into the room. They all whirled to meet him and he looked up from his phone, stunned to see so many people in the room. An odd silence filled the room for a few seconds. John noticed that the man seemed Scottish, or maybe Irish. He had sharp eyes and a fiery red aura to match.

“Sorry tae interrupt but Ah need tae talk tae Paula for a minute.” He said, his Scottish accent coming out heavy as he talked.

Paula furrowed her eyebrows, “What’s wrong, Milo? Kinda in the middle of something right now.”

Milo glanced at John and slowly smiled, “Aye. Hello, John. Nice tae finally meet ye properly. Can’t make proper introductions as a cat, can Ah?”

John’s eyes narrowed, “Excuse me?”

Milo simply turned to Dr. Reinfeld, “Carry on, then. Ah’ll just take Paula while ye cushion the blows for poor John here.”

He grabbed Paula’s hand & gave her a stern look, then he pulled her out of the room.

“What did- uh… Milo- mean by ‘cat’?” John asked slowly, bewildered.