Corrine only half hears him, eyeing the cat with reserved interest. She walks over to the feline in his arms, raises her hand above its head as if to stroke it, then stops abruptly. She seems to vacillate between motion and not for a solid few seconds.

"No, no. My pleasure." She wants to ask him to visit. To go out sometimes, not on dates, just as a companion. To break the monotony and the quiet. To get her a godforsaken drink a thought which she scratches right away. No, its all left unsaid. She smiles instead. "Careful there. Before you know it I'll be asking you to right music for the yet unwritten Corrine Flynn musical on the beach."