Martin follows the thread of the conversation closely; it's easy enough to keep track with Daine's spoken questions and answers, and he appreciates that she's making at least part of it verbal. As she runs through all the necessary particulars, he feels himself finally beginning to relax a bit, releasing a tension he didn't know he had.

He's sitting on the floor again, off to the side and out of the way, when Daine begins talking about taking cat shape. He lowers his mostly-empty teacup and stares at her in open bewilderment.

"I - you can do that?" he blurts. Christ, it sort of makes sense, doesn't it, with her existing connection to animals. He has to struggle not to look too excited; this isn't about showing off or having fun, it's about helping John. But if it could help him, just to make this... situation more endurable, that... well, that would really be something.

"Boring," he adds belatedly. "I don't think it'll be that. Please, I - anything you think will help."