He studied her eyes, something so distinct about them. She was frightened, but not about to suddenly run away it seemed. She was concerned about being seen--and that made him wonder--was this all real? He shook his head. Right now he saw a person in need, and wanted to help.<br/><br/>"You know what--I'll be right back. Stay here, I'll bring some food." He walked to the edge of the alleyway and the street was a bit quiet, so hopefully no one would scare her away. He walked to the bank, just around the corner, and put the money into his account, taking out a bit of cash. Then he went to McDonalds--the only place he saw open at this moment. He looked at the menu and thought for a second, what does a cat human even eat? No that was silly, he realized. She wasn't a cat person, just someone in costume. Still, he wasn't sure, so he ordered the fish fillet just in case, with a side order of fries and a coke. Then he got himself a bigmac. Just in case he got two apple pies, some more fries, and a bottle of water--because maybe she didn't like fish? What kind of cat-human doesn't like fish? What even is a cat-person? A cat-person doesn't exist--his mind went around in circles.<br/><br/>He was worried she might have left as it took so long to get some food. He was relieved to find her still there, waiting. "Here," he told her, handing her ones of the bags. "I got us a few things. I wasn't sure what you like, but McDonalds was the only thing open at this time."<br/><br/>He showed her the various items and he sat against the wall waiting for her to decide. He studied her a bit more, and feeling that she wasn't going to run away he figured he'd finally ask the burning question. "Sorry if this sounds rude but--what are you?"