She seems to very much enjoy being rubbed and scritched behind her ears, and for his efforts, Florian is rewarded with lots of purring. Archer watches this go on for a short while before he breaks the silence.

“I found her, you know. Almost three years ago now, in the back alley of a city we’d made port in. She was a messy, half-starved little thing, but she was never afraid for some reason I couldn’t quite fathom. I’d never had a pet before, but I picked her up anyway.”