Evangeline is snapped out of her trance by the young girl beside her and turns her attention to reply.
Do my business? I'm not a puppy, sweetie.
Evangeline delicately lifts the kitten off her lap; a muffled, disgruntled moan emanating from the ill-tempered furball as it is moved against its' will to Rika's waiting embrace.
She quietly stands to her feet and diligently shuffles off to the bathroom.