Sighing with a mountain of relief, Cid slipped his hat back on while Cathy lead him away from the ill controlled chaos.<span style="color: #ff99cc">"Um, Just Cid, please... Mr. was my father's name."</span>Offering a weak smile, and passing the stack of papers to her. His wide, expressively bright blue eyes giving her a brief once over, then the cat, and last his surroundings. Then answered when she asked of where to handle their paperwork.<span style="color: #ff99cc">"L-lady's choice, really."</span><br/><br/>The mechanic fumbled with his bag and coat, the slightest strange sound or abrupt sight spooking him slightly. At last, she gave her introduction, and he tipped his hat.<span style="color: #ff99cc"> "A p-p-pleasure, your highness,"</span>Trying to offer a joking smile,<span style="color: #ff99cc">"And an honor, little king Mc'fluffins. M-may you reign be long and filled with saucers of cream."</span>Reaching out to pet the feline, then recoiling with an almost mute squeek when it jerked to glare more.<br/><br/>Finally Cid emitted a relieved sigh as his small sense of humor relieves some of his over-wound nerves.<span style="color: #ff99cc">"S-so, Miss Catherine, your accent, your English, yes?"</span>Brow furrowing a bit as he thought on something.<span style="color: #ff99cc">"Those are pretty elaborate economical forecasting projections, n-never could wrap my head around business. Too much inconsistency, no solid theorems to follow."</span>Eventually a shrug was given, eyes returning to their inquisitive wandering.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>