<strong>Alfred "Al" Birche</strong><br/><strong>Location</strong>: Police Station - Conference Room<br/><strong>Tag</strong>: Everybody<br/><hr/><br/>As if in response to Rob's question, the little half-blind kitten would let out a mewling noise, and pop its head out of a pocket. Not the flannel pocket, at some point, Mori was moved into one of his cargo pockets. The almost all black kitten would gaze around at everybody with its one good eye, one milky-white blind eye, and then seems to decide he likes hiding in the pocket better than anything else at the moment. "We're inseparable." Al concludes with a nod of his head.<br/><br/>"I have plenty of questions, but I think Neela and Jin have the right idea. I just want to get as far away from this place as I can." Al, of them all, still managed to seem pretty calm. Was that the facade? Was he just shocked and unable to be further surprised or otherwise impacted by what was happening around them? Or was he really that calm? Well, there was one being that could answer that question readily, but she was not around at the moment. Others would just have to make their assumptions.<br/><br/>He even goes so far as to stand up, and finish drinking down his can of soda. He steps away from his chair, and pushes it in. His gaze would fall onto the Frenchman, with an expressively expectant look.