"Oh," says Martin, perking up a little. He hadn't expected John to answer him — if he really thinks about it, he supposes he was just trying to be polite to the cat. But that's silly, and he'd much rather pretend along with John's assumption. Besides, now he's learnt something new. "That's cool," he hazards, not sure he's using that word right. But he thinks it's cool.

After a moment he says tentatively, "Wonder whose it is." He doesn't want to return to all the scary questions about where they are and how they got here, but he can't go on petting a cat forever. Much as he'd like to. He looks nervously toward the door as though expecting someone to follow, though he doesn't hear anything out there now. "Sh-should we go... have a look?" he says, dropping his voice to a whisper, a bit like he's suggesting they raid a cupboard for biscuits.