[ ella has been gone for a while but it's easy for her to get her bearings, she's been here longer than she's been away. even easier when her nosy ginger and white kitten is trying to make more friends for her. the kitten sidles right up to matthew and winds around his ankles with a soft purr as ella chases after him, ginger curls bouncing and thick irish accent getting thicker. ]

Aodhagán, stop it. For fuck's sake, stop fondling the bloke's ankles, you twat. What if he's allergic, you mangy cow, you could kill him!

[ she glances up at the man in question and shrugs apologetically. ] Sorry, he doesn't listen.