Zack, who had almost jumped at the sound, froze in the locking motion, looking down and clutching at his chest to exhale when he spotted the cat. "You. You were going to give me a heart attack." He informs the little cat, finishing turning the lock and crouching down near it. Most animals didn't so much mind him as much as they had when he had first escaped. The scent of Mako still clung after years of infusions even before capture, the mark of a SOLDIER, but the lasting cling of those four years of excessive use were finally starting to fade away.

"You look like you need a friend, huh? It's too cold outside for you buddy." He'll extend a hand, slow, gentle. He wasn't so much a cat person, but the growing loneliness was starting to get to him, and a companion would be a nice change. "Here kitty, kitty!"