He reaches back surreptitiously and grasps her tail to smooths down the fuzz.

"Me neither."

Then he goes over to lift up the cello that had decided to take a noisy seat all on its own. He's trying to be quiet about it but there's still a few quiet protests from the fat, heavy, fragile instrument. Pluck, bling... dink...

"This place looks like it was abandoned a long time ago, but I dunno what could have caused them to just leave like that."