"It's cat food. So I guess?" Empty of their burden, Jane's arms hang lamely in the air for a moment before crossing together. Her mouth twists downwards sourly, but not because of Cole's question. This is perfectly harmless, she knows, but that doesn't change the face that it's putting her completely out of her element. She's unsure of what to do next, what else to say.

Luckily, the cats realize in a second that it's dinner time. The skinny little things crowd around, meowing and purring in an insatiable chorus. Her expression softens a little then, stiff shoulders thawing, and she edges into the alley beside Cole, unable to stop a quiet huff of laughter.

"See? This is the stuff they like." She turns to glance up at Cole, then at the bag, fingers rummaging down her side for a knife she doesn't have anymore. Oh, right.

"I think you can pull it open from the top. Want me to get it?"