"Eh?"<br/><br/>Completely startled by the feline talking to her, she remained silent for a few moments, her green irises now wide, her mouth dropped slightly. Then, pinching her arm to make sure she was awake, she turned her attention back to the cat. An odd cat, whom could speak human language. She had heard about such animals, but had never got the chance to meet one. Until now.<br/><br/>"Oh. . .um. . .I'm Cynn." Unsure what to say, with this being the first time she spoke to a cat, she felt rather foolish. Perhaps she was just so tired today that she was imagining this whole conversation, or maybe she was talking a talking cat. But, like she was talking to a human, she put on a friendly smile as she  ran her delicate slightly burned fingers over to cat's soft fur, laughing softly under her breath as a loud purr emitted from the feline.<br/><br/>"What about you, what's your name, kitty?" Again, feeling slightly stupid for asking an animal for its name, she just hoped that other people could hear it talk, or else she would appear as a mad woman, and from the stories she heard of mad people, she hoped that she didn't in fear of being locked up forever in a dark small cell, the only sounds being heard are the cries from the other poor souls who were thrown down their too. The thought cast a shiver down her spine, oh how her active imagination made her nerves shudder.