He obliged, slipping his own dirty, calloused hand under hers - and certainly got something other than he'd been expecting. Both of his eyebrows rose, and he looked from the table to the girl and back again. "A cat," he said after a moment. "An invisible cat." Most flesh-and-blood animals didn't last long in Whitechapel, though he'd seen a fair few in the city's early days. Clickrats, Clicker Hounds, mechanical spiders, and the like were animals he was used to. This, however, was something entirely new.

He supposed he might as well become accustomed to being surprised like this. This was only the beginning, after all.