[Filia sniffs at Raven's hand as she offers it, then steps forward to rub her face against her palm. It takes another moment, but the cat also purrs in some kind of accepting greeting, cat flicking lazily.

Leon watches with a smile, nodding at Raven's question.]

Sure thing. I don't know how much more stuff you have, but you can put them in the other room if you need to arrange things. I'm not using it, anyway.

[...] Oh, and that's Filia. But she's already introduced herself, it looks like.

[The cat meows again.]