Niflhel sighed he was still stuck as a dang cat. After having talked to Hygiea and then *********, the squire wasn't feeling any better about his position. He couldn't really protect himself and further more he was short, four legged and couldn't go home to see Grams.

So he was currently seated on a dumpster lid staring at passersby as if they were at fault he was such a useless cat. Eventually he sighed. "So what have I learned as a cat?"

Obviously at this point he didn't really care if he freaked someone out or not. It was late enough at night for those that passed by him were either drunk or didn't care. At least that's what he figured, and to make things better he sat there thinking about how to answer himself. "Eh.... Nothing much. Besides the fact being so little it sucks."

Would he have felt different if he wasn't stuck worrying about grams? Probably. At least he could crash at Polaris' apartment and was smart enough to hide if they ever did animal checks or maybe pass off as a stuffed cat. After all, in Niflhel's honest opinion he thought he was weirdly colored for an actual cat. Maybe they'd think he was one of those life-like toy cats.