The cat's head bobbed as if bowing, the closest thing to doing so that the computer could interoperate using his cat avatar.<br/><br/>"Well it's more then a pleasure to be here," he said, "and I'm glad that we have a big, strong military man to protect us in case the Bandersnatch and Jabberwocky ever get loose."<br/><br/>Chesh was smart enough to realize that the fact he was ex-military was probably as far as he needed to get into Dumas's psyche. As he had said earlier that night, he was no psychologist, but while he'd been digging around for help for Mari, he had found quite a few articles for PTSD, and if Dumas wasn't their poster boy, he was his close cousin. Chesh was sure he had some heart wrenching war story somewhere in there, and the story teller in him would have loved to hear it, but the same way the Chesh wasn't about to talk about the fact that a few of his aliases had cash rewards for information on them, he didn't expect to hear any details about who got shot where and how it had made Dumas feel.<br/><br/>Because Cheshire liked juggling conversations, he simultaneously found Mari in the club and swept up beside her... or at least one of his illusions did.<br/><br/>"My marvelous Mari, how was the show?" he asked. He didn't always fish for complements, but when he did Cheshire loved Mari's the best. Mostly because she was so glowing in her reviews, but partially because he loved to see her smile light up any corner.