[She looks up at him and just yells, first of all, because fuck you, mister, way to state the unhelpfully obvious. She doesn't try to scratch him, though. First, because she isn't actually mad at him, so it wouldn't actually feel better, and second, because she doesn't put it past him to just kick her if she's this close to his legs. She's just venting, okay. Let her vent.]
[But the look on his face is interesting. It's almost as though he's taking this situation seriously for the first time. She doesn't understand why, since it's still not actually his problem, and she knows damn well he's no good Samaritan.]
[After a moment of curiously staring at him in that eye-piercing way that cats do, she gives up and brushes past him to more closely examine the site where the cart previously stood. It's not much, but it's all she can do like this. The trouble is that it looks like there's no difference between where that cart was and the rest of the dirty cobbles in this alley. She sniffs gingerly at the place where it stood and sneezes. Smells like dirt? This is accomplishing nothing.]
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[But the look on his face is interesting. It's almost as though he's taking this situation seriously for the first time. She doesn't understand why, since it's still not actually his problem, and she knows damn well he's no good Samaritan.]
[After a moment of curiously staring at him in that eye-piercing way that cats do, she gives up and brushes past him to more closely examine the site where the cart previously stood. It's not much, but it's all she can do like this. The trouble is that it looks like there's no difference between where that cart was and the rest of the dirty cobbles in this alley. She sniffs gingerly at the place where it stood and sneezes. Smells like dirt? This is accomplishing nothing.]