"Well, if you take her word for it, she could die any day now and then I'll really miss her." He grins, almost knocking the cigarette from his own mouth and just catching it with his teeth. "And then the world will be out of Bascombs, at least, if Maury goes too. Boo hoo."

He follows, thinking that the little cat looks ridiculous on a collar, especially when it decides to just lie down and sun itself in the parking lot, leaving Swann to tug it.