A moment's pause, noticed only by the girl herself, and by the cat who now meowed complaintively that it's source of attention had come to an end. It nuzzled it's head in to her palm as if urging her to continue, and she looked to the retreating figure. A moment's pause, pride trying to tell her to tough it out, and stay strong. She wasn't like these southern Yankees who thought they had seen winter. This Canadian knew cold -- and she knew that her skirt was not exactly well-insulated against it should that rumored blizzard come sweeping in as the news had been saying might.<br/><br/>"Wait, old man." She paused, her brow furrowed, and a battle between common sense and pride visible in her eyes, "Can --" A glance down to her pet, hands still, and cigarette dangling loosely between fingers, "Can I bring Piebald?" She asked, resuming her petting much to the cat's approval.