"You look rough, kid," meowed the Sentinel as she padded up, her tail flicking casually across the ground. "Hell, I thought I looked rough," she paused to look down at herself. Even Gossamer had become a little too depressed to obsessively clean herself, and there were precisely four clumps of disgusting dirt in her chest furs. "But, I gotta say, you take the cake." Her gaze shifted back to the cadet. She felt badly for her, she really did. She couldn't imagine what it felt like to be South right now, nor did she really want to. But, at the same time, feeling bad for her wasn't going to help. South didn't need the pity; she probably pitied herself enough already. "But, rough or not, we've got work to do. Come on, kid, you're with me today." Without waiting for a response, the sentinel turned, fully expecting South to follow without further prompting.

"Not even a ruffle of your fur, wow, you really have gone down hill," she commented with a blink. No one said she had any social graces. This would be the second cadet she'd have to cheer up, something she might have been resentful for in another life. After all, when did she become a babysitter? When had she cared to cheer cats up? She was trying to tell herself that it wasn't that she had grown soft, but because the Regime needed a healthy work force that didn't look like they were about to nose dive off a waterfall. This was strictly business, she didn't actually care, right? She had a small suspicion that this was not right at all. "You're not going to give me the silent treatment this whole time, you hear? Even if I have to be real annoying, you'll talk. Trust me, I can be that annoying. Ask your grannie. So why don't you just make this easier on me, say a few words, and then we don't have to go on a Life Changing Adventure and we could just... I don't know. go hunt a bird or something."